Congratulations to Britannia...
Thanks also to our SEALS, SQUIDS, and SWABS.
An open-hearted letter to all those who serve::
It is a sin to use vice to justify a wrong action.
It is chaos of proportions immense and uncouth.
It is the smart way of doing the very worst things.
It brings darkness to light and bars healing truth.
The Hydra was fierce in its armor of stinging.
Battled greatly it did -- poisoning many alive.
It turned back many attacks provoked by live ammo.
But, to defend itself was the plan it contrived.
The one small scientific mind of a child.
Curious and deeply introspective was she.
Said, "All hands on deck, let's build us a sub."
The preparations took all of a week.
Then Britain came in with an X-ray.
The Machine was mighty to behold.
This Hydra, they say, is made of jelly inside.
Killing it will be worth all our gold.
And a little girl slept, dreaming of monsters.
And she saw the small, yellow sub make its decent.
She saw the X-ray machine slice apart the whole scene.
And the Hydra became a'trophy to present.
The night this story was born.
She lay inside her room on her bed.
Her father in duress, her mother a mess.
And The Libyans bringing death to the head.
*****
Be brave, be fearless, for nightmares,
While seemingly harmless are true.
We wake up from the dream
Trying to capture the thing.
But, in the end it is known only by you.
*****
Goodnight, Mr. President.
~AC
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