Semper Fi, My Brother In Arms Corporal Jason Dunham

"The good part is that we get to make new memories and bring new people into the family; the bad news is there will be no new memories with Jason.” Deb Dunn, Mother of Jason, 10 November 2006

Do you really need any further proof that when George W. Bush utters the word "Sacrifice" it means that an another innocent American will die?

Coming on the heels of last night speech, the sheer naked political opportunism of exploiting Corporal Dunham's valorous, and needless, death by broadcasting the posthumous Congressional Medal of Honor ceremony on live, national TV is a new low, for someone I thought couldn't possibly go any lower.

First he debases the Presidency, and now he's gone and used the most sacred and hallowed ritual of our Military for his own ends like this?

What's up with that?

(Note to any Chickenhawk whack jobs that want to turn around and say that I'm doing the same thing, you can go to hell. The difference between what I'm doing here is that I want this insane slaughter of my Marines to STOP, whereas you and your President want it to go on for as long as you can get away with it, and that's just disgusting, and you know it.)

Not a doubt in my former military mind that the only reason this BuschCo White House is bestowing the Nation's Highest Honor on you Marine, is that for them it's just your luck that you're birthday is the same day, 10 November, as our beloved Marine Corps.

Which means that this, your death, is just another one of their cheap PR gimmicks for them.

It's what they do and what they always, always, always will do

Truly he has no shame, or any sense of it, or he would have done the right thing and recused himself from this ceremony.

I dread to see what he does next.

On behalf of a grateful Nation, A Pen Warmed In Hell offers its deepest condolences to Corporal Dunham's family, we hope that someday you will find it in your hearts to forgive this man for taking away your son.

Semper Fi, Devil Dog.

From the Halls of Montezuma
To the Shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
of United States Marine.

Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in ev'ry clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job--
The United States Marines. Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines!!!