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Come, my friends
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die. |
Olmsted, 38, dies in Iraqi ambush; 1st casualty of '08
"I'm sorry" isn't enough, really.
Rest in peace, Major Olmsted and Captain Thomas J. Casey.
"I'm dead. That sucks, at least for me and my family and friends," he wrote. "But all the tears in the world aren't going to bring me back, so I would prefer that people remember the good things about me rather than mourning my loss. (If it turns out a specific number of tears will, in fact, bring me back to life, then by all means, break out the onions.)"
Major Andrew Olmsted
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What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever? |
I watched as you passed by and thought I felt your breath for just a moment on my face, a gentle faerie vapor in the still air of the night. I brushed your hand in my dreams with my hand, an ethereal transfer of warmth from my flesh to spirit to your incorporeal flesh. That moment of space between life and death was filled, again, too briefly with transient comfort of your presence.
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
(also published in modified format at Dailykos)
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