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Keith Wheelock's avatar

When I was a teenager, I was on a schooner anchored in Bermuda. A hurricane hit with winds up to 100 miles an hour. It was scary. We were worried that our mooring cable would break and that we would be pushed onto a concrete barrier.

Then there was the eye of the hurricane—an eerie silence, and the storm momentarily subsided. I and a buddy went down to check the mooring cable. It had been eaten away.

We attached a new cable, but didn’t get back on board before the force of the hurricane hit again.

We learned what 100-mile rain felt like.

Once on board, we felt safe. The next day the wind subsided and the sun shone.

This is how I feel about Kamala’s presidential campaign. After great turmoil, now we are safely on board knowing that the wind will soon subside and the sun will shine.

I am confident that, with Kamala at the helm, the American ship of state will be cruising into a positive, forward-looking 2025.

JUST GET OUT TO VOTE ON NOVEMBER 5TH FOR OUR SKIPPER.

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Dan Cooper's avatar

A day and a wake up. For those of us who served in Viet Nam, that is a real trigger. When we woke up, we got on the Freedom Bird, and flew back to the land of mini-skirts, the Big PX, oh, and family and friends. It was euphoric. In my case, the VC decided to dump a load of rockets on the Da Nang airstrip and we all ran for a trench (there was no true safety to run to, we just tried to find a hole to get into, and drag the cover over us). So, euphoria denied.

Earlier that year, in January, February, and March, I fought in my last battle at a place called Khe Sanh. The 2024 elections were not on my mind as I cohabited trenches and holes with rats. But long prior to that moment, I had made the decision that I was going to defend the principles of this country. So I joined the United States Marine Corps to avoid the draft, and get a dig in at my father, a former Army Officer.

But I joined the military because it seemed that there was a duty to uphold the principles of democracy. If you enjoy the benefits, it seemed to me, you should consider standing up to defend those benefits. If that meant dying, well, that was the price of freedom and democracy.

There are lots of argument to be had about the rightness and wrongness of that war. I will not debate them. I did me, you do you.

And now, once again, I look at a day and a wake-up and there is a grave chance that war is on the other side of that wake up. Was all that I did, and my friends and brothers in arms, now valued at worthless? By many, including Trump, the answer is yes.

I could not imagine in 1966, 1967, 1968, that the sacrifices of a generation of young men and women and their blood, would come to mean so little. And before us? The Korean War, WW II, WWI, all thrown aside.

Ms. Harris argues that this is about Democracy. She does not mention the cost of that democracy. If anyone has her phone number, call her and tell her that I did not fight and avoid death so people could argue in the abstract. The dead in their graves at Arlington, across Europe, and most importantly those who lie in dirt and mud on foreign soil who have never been repatriated, demand to be remembered as the life givers to Democracy.

With respect to James Carville, it is not about the economy, stupid, it is about the cost of Democracy.

And now, back to the Evening News with Walter Cronkite, and another bottle of Buffalo Trace.

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