Columnist Jim Cahillane: Submit to poetry in wartime – GazetteNET

Old saying: Russia without Ukraine is a country; Russia with Ukraine is an empire.

I follow the news. That Putin is a killer is no revelation as we recall the 2020 poisoning of his political foe Alexei Navalny, Navalny recovered in Germany before returning to Russia. He was then imprisoned on trumped-up charges, where he remains.

Putins latest outrage is the rape of Ukraine. To have loser president Trump pour genius praise on this KGB/SOB confirms any and all doubts as to whose side he and his Foxy traitors are on.

The truly blind are those who wont see. I have no illusions that brave Ukraine, despite early victories, will be able to resist a military thats eight times larger. Russia is willing to expend its endless source of recruits as mere, cannon meat.

Any wars outcome is uncertain. WWI English poet Wilfred Owens Strange Meeting described a scene in no mans land:

Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall,-

By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

Americas president, Joe Biden, upset his enemies when he spoke truth in Poland. Biden was on his late March mission to buck up the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. Russias dictator deems NATO a continuing threat to Russia. Joe Biden pegged Putin a butcher. Mariupols mayor estimates 21,000 dead; thats not a typo, and its likely far worse.

Putin created an excuse to invade. WWII buffs know that Hitler put men in Polish unforms to fake a border attack. Germanys blitzkrieg began September 1, 1939, starting a world war that killed millions.

When battle begins for land, body, or soul the first casualty is truth. Empires go as far back as you can look. Putin demands Ukraine surrender to his pipe dream of restoring the failed Soviet Union.

In between are millions of suffering people that look like us, or near enough. Lincolns Civil War general, William Tecumseh Sherman, scourge of a rebellious South, brother warring against brother, said War is hell!

Hear grave cries for lives lost minutes before a cease-fire or armistice!

Poet Doug Anderson was a medic in Vietnam, an experience that became his book, Bamboo Bridge. A wondering lives in his words when, from above, he espied, like King David, a young woman bathing:

If I can live another month its over,

And so we think a single thought

And then she turns and sees us there,

sinks in the water, eyes full of hate;

the trance broken.

In Ukraine, from the outset, Russian tankers are dying in growing numbers as the outgunned Ukrainian forces take the fight to invaders. American-made Javelin anti-tank weapons are shredding enemy armor, evaporating soldiers within.

Russian soldiers disgrace their patrimony by murdering and raping innocent civilians in the town of Bucha, near Kyiv. In their bloody wake came Ukrainian warriors reporters and photographers in tow to show the world. Their horrors are sanitized with soft-focus lens and TV anchors warnings: What youre about to see may be disturbing?

If merciless murder of men, women and children isnt unnerving, then what the hell is? Russia destroyed Syria with scorched-earth tactics.

Many patriots, soldiers and diplomats, testified at Trumps first impeachment trial. Who can forget White House presidential adviser Fiona Hill, Ukrainian-born Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman, and unfairly recalled Ambassador to Ukraine Marie Yovanovitch? Dont Google Rudy Giuliani.

Each of these heroes risked their careers in speaking truth to power. Lt. Col. Vindmans book, Here, Right Matters, tells an American story of determination. In 1979, Alexander and his twin brother, Eugene, were brought to America as children by their widowed father.

Alexander applied himself, rising through the U.S. Army to a post as the White Houses director for European Affairs for the National Security Council. Vindman was on the call when Trump tried to blackmail the Ukrainian president. Trump asked President Zelensky the political favor of sliming our former vice president, Joe Biden. Trump, illegally, held on to $400 million in military aid authorized by Congress.

Vindman realized that President Trumps demand was beyond improper. Bravely, he dutifully reported it up the chain of command.

I, Alexander S. Vindman, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic

Lt. Col. Vindmans adherence to his oath made him a key witness during President Trumps first impeachment. In no time, Vindman was fired from his White House position.

Outside Baghdad, April 3rd, 2003 My found war poems title feels ironic this April. Today, democracies castigate Russia for invading Ukraine. Nineteen years ago, America was the Shock and Awe bully invading Iraq. President George W. Bush and his henchmen sold the United Nations, and the American public, a costly bill of goods. I wrote this stanza for a friend in tears over a young soldier:

It is, I know from the news

A time for dying. Good men,

Brave women, innocents young,

Innocents old leave us behind

To strive without their love.

Sing along: Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.

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