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Monday, October 8, 2012

The REAL Empty Chair(s)

With all the politics in the news, it's easy to miss what is going on for so many families in America. I want to acknowledge those families, and my deepest condolences for their loss.

The notable political joke, about the "empty chair", made me think about the REAL Empty Chairs. Those empty chairs are at the tables of so many American households, because loved ones will never be coming home again. Those chairs, will forever be empty.

So far this month of October, 7 U.S. Soldiers have been killed in Afghanistan (As of Oct. 6, 2012). That's 2,134 killed to date in Afghanistan.

Let us NEVER forget, the REAL Empty Chairs.

God Bless Our Troops, and their Families who await their safe return.

Note:
One of my all time favorite Broadway Musicals, is "Les Miserables". My favorite DVD set, is the 10th Anniversary Production of that musical. (You should rent it, if not own it!)

From that musical, there is a song about such loss. Here are the lyrics, from the Broadway Musical, "Les Miserables"
(Marius, recovering from his wounds, imagines he is back at the ABC cafe)
MARIUS sings ~

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
(The ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear)
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.

(The ghosts fade away)

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.

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