ASI News Nov. 10, 2008

November 10th, 2008 at 1:32 pm EDT

Cliff Kincaid
America's Survival, Inc.

As we prepare to remember the life and death struggles of our military veterans on Veterans Day, I want you to read this “Tribute to America's Veterans” by Marion G. Mahoney.  This powerful and moving poem is provided below.

We are currently evaluating the struggles ahead. Powerful globalist forces are bearing down on our nation and I will be reporting back to you shortly. Meanwhile, please keep in mind that we will not stop our investigations into communism in America. All of our previous material on communism in Hawaii and Chicago has now been put in a special “Communism in America” section on our home page at the top right. Don’t forget to take a look at our most recent report on the history and plans of the so-called “Progressive Movement.” It is included in this section.

On our home page we have posted a dramatic photo of a metal staple that was part of the Weather Underground bomb that killed police Sergeant Brian V. McDonnell in San Francisco in 1970. The bomb was packed with these staples. We are continuing to examine ways to bring the terrorists who killed him to justice.

On our home page we also have a special report on the “international summit” being planned this Saturday to deal with the global financial crisis. Our fear is that it will open the door to world government and global taxes. We will be keeping our eyes on this dangerous event. Remember that our companion site, has dozens of reports on the history of the push for global taxes.

In order to defeat this movement, we only have to remember what happened to King George, and why we commemorate Veterans Day. We can still recapture the spirit that made America.

For America,

Cliff Kincaid, President

      Tribute to America's Veterans

      "Those Honored Dead"
      "Why do you fly the flag today?"
      My Grandson wants to know.
      I fly it for the graveyards
      Where the countless crosses grow.

      I fly the flag for children
      Whose fathers are a name.
      A half-remembered memory
      of a face within a frame.

      I fly it for the families
      of sons and daughters lost.
      They know the price of liberty
      How terrible the cost!

      I fly the flag for veterans
      who lost their youth in blood.
      And saw their comrades slaughtered
      in the carnage and the mud.

      I fly it for the ones who marched
      In cadence off to war
      To close their eyes forever
      Upon some foreign shore.

      I fly the flag for grief poured out
      Upon a granite wall.
      The laying-on of hands that heals
      The scars within us all.

      I fly it for the sound of Taps---
      That melancholy tune
      That lays to rest those honored dead
      Who always die too soon.

      Copyright 1994 Marion G. Mahoney

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