Sunday, July 29, 2007

Let Us Forever Honor Pat Tillman

THESE ARE THE CLOUDS

THESE are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
Till that be tumbled that was lifted high
And discord follow upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, friend, if your great race were run
And these things came, so much the more thereby
Have you made greatness your companion,
Although it be for children that you sigh:
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye.


"These Are the Clouds" is reprinted from The Green Helmet and Other Poems. W.B. Yeats. Dundrum: Cuala Press, 1910.







“I can see it like a movie screen,” Baer said. “We were outside of (a city in southern Iraq) watching as bombs were dropping on the town. We were at an old air base, me, Kevin and Pat, we weren’t in the fight right then. We were talking. And Pat said, ‘You know, this war is so f— illegal.’ And we all said, ‘Yeah.’ That’s who he was. He totally was against Bush.”

2 comments:

James said...

He was outright murdered in my mind.

Eli Blake said...

I believe he was murdered too. Three bullet holes, so close together in the forehead that the army medical examiner concluded that they were fired from no more than ten yards away.

The question is, who murdered him, and why.

He was likely to come back after the war and speak out against it. Who would not want him to do that?