Comments on: What I Have Heard About Blue Angels http://www.allinoneboat.org/2009/10/09/what-i-heard-about-blue-angels/ And Heading Through the Straits of Messina (Will's blog) Sat, 28 Jan 2012 23:43:27 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 By: beth ashley http://www.allinoneboat.org/2009/10/09/what-i-heard-about-blue-angels/comment-page-1/#comment-14461 beth ashley Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:25:17 +0000 http://www.allinoneboat.org/?p=2055#comment-14461 THanks, Will, for your loving perspective. I suppose we always do get caught up in the remarkable skill of these fliers, and rarely think how their skills are used. Your comments --your lovely poem -- harmonize beautifully with Obama's Peace Prize, and the opportunity we all now have to look at the world differently. XXX Beth THanks, Will, for your loving perspective. I suppose we always do get caught up in the remarkable skill of these fliers, and rarely think how their skills are used.
Your comments –your lovely poem — harmonize beautifully with Obama’s Peace Prize, and the opportunity we all now have to look at the world differently.
XXX
Beth

]]> By: Ruth Friend http://www.allinoneboat.org/2009/10/09/what-i-heard-about-blue-angels/comment-page-1/#comment-14458 Ruth Friend Sat, 10 Oct 2009 00:40:44 +0000 http://www.allinoneboat.org/?p=2055#comment-14458 Will, I was walking in Tennesse Valley. Meditating on the beach. A refuge from the constant in put from news, friends and my dear mother.....and then the roar over and again. At first I couldn't figure out what it was, then I saw one, and realized, and thought what if I was an innocent, on the ground scrambling for cover with no where to go. What if my children had no where to hide and we would soon be blood and carnage, and no one would take responsibility for us. How can they think this is entertainment? Thank you for the poem, and the heart. Ruth Will, I was walking in Tennesse Valley. Meditating on the beach. A refuge from the constant in put from news, friends and my dear mother…..and then the roar over and again. At first I couldn’t figure out what it was, then I saw one, and realized, and thought what if I was an innocent, on the ground scrambling for cover with no where to go. What if my children had no where to hide and we would soon be blood and carnage, and no one would take responsibility for us.
How can they think this is entertainment?

Thank you for the poem, and the heart.

Ruth

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