"God bless you," called out three teenage girls from a silver Mercedes, as they enthusiastically smiled and waved. This was important because it showed the vigil got the attention of some young impressionable girls and these girls are nearly of military age.
"Thank you for doing that sweetie," were the approximate words of a 50 year old woman after seeing the vigil, as she walked up and put her hand on my left shoulder, while the young ladies drove away.
This was the tenor of this week's vigil, which in my opinion had stronger impact because of the U.S. news media coverage of five U.S. soldiers being killed in a Baghdad rocket attack, along with 14 Iraqis, and by NATO's intensive bombing of Tripoli, massacring Libyan citizens they are supposedly protecting and by the U.S.'s continued drone attacks in Afghanistan and Pakistan, killing their citizens. By comparison, the U.S. news media often gives these wars little or no coverage leaving most Americans unaware of what is happening and therefore no emotional connection with it.
Soon a blue Honda Van drove up and the 60 ish woman driver and what appeared to be her 30 ish daughter and her 5 ish granddaughter, all heartily waved their support. This was deeply touching because it showed that two generations of women cared about the wars' victims and a third generation is likely to in the future.
"Light the candle," stated a 50 ish man in a gold SUV, his eyes intensely focused on the vigil and his voice rising to emphasize his point. "I'd love to," I replied. "But sometimes like tonight the wind blows too hard to keep it lit and I have to do it symbolically." "Thank you," he said as he and his 40 ish female passenger waved their support.
"Thank you," whispered a 50 ish woman, as she stood in front of the vigil sign, quietly reading it and absorbing it. "Thank you for caring," she added as she raised her voice and slowly walked away, while looking back at the vigil.
"What you do is hard," said a 60 ish man as he walked up with his 55 ish female companion. "It takes preparation. It's easy for us (by comparison). "Yes," I replied. "But you care for these people as much as I do," I added having occasionally seen and heard him before. He quickly acknowledged that point and as he began walking away, he looked at the vigil and murmured, "I've been there."
The vigil was so well received, it was extended an extra eight minutes as drivers waved and honked their support. Although the night was cool, overcast and breezy, it was hard to leave as the vigil seemed to touch one person after the next.
Dick
"Thank you for doing that sweetie," were the approximate words of a 50 year old woman after seeing the vigil, as she walked up and put her hand on my left shoulder, while the young ladies drove away.
This was the tenor of this week's vigil, which in my opinion had stronger impact because of the U.S. news media coverage of five U.S. soldiers being killed in a Baghdad rocket attack, along with 14 Iraqis, and by NATO's intensive bombing of Tripoli, massacring Libyan citizens they are supposedly protecting and by the U.S.'s continued drone attacks in Afghanistan and Pakistan, killing their citizens. By comparison, the U.S. news media often gives these wars little or no coverage leaving most Americans unaware of what is happening and therefore no emotional connection with it.
Soon a blue Honda Van drove up and the 60 ish woman driver and what appeared to be her 30 ish daughter and her 5 ish granddaughter, all heartily waved their support. This was deeply touching because it showed that two generations of women cared about the wars' victims and a third generation is likely to in the future.
"Light the candle," stated a 50 ish man in a gold SUV, his eyes intensely focused on the vigil and his voice rising to emphasize his point. "I'd love to," I replied. "But sometimes like tonight the wind blows too hard to keep it lit and I have to do it symbolically." "Thank you," he said as he and his 40 ish female passenger waved their support.
"Thank you," whispered a 50 ish woman, as she stood in front of the vigil sign, quietly reading it and absorbing it. "Thank you for caring," she added as she raised her voice and slowly walked away, while looking back at the vigil.
"What you do is hard," said a 60 ish man as he walked up with his 55 ish female companion. "It takes preparation. It's easy for us (by comparison). "Yes," I replied. "But you care for these people as much as I do," I added having occasionally seen and heard him before. He quickly acknowledged that point and as he began walking away, he looked at the vigil and murmured, "I've been there."
The vigil was so well received, it was extended an extra eight minutes as drivers waved and honked their support. Although the night was cool, overcast and breezy, it was hard to leave as the vigil seemed to touch one person after the next.
Dick
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