Ross Myers

The title is mine…. the words are from a good friend, Ted Underwood, who told me he wrote the following during a sleepless night in the middle of some jungle during the Vietnam War.

I havent seen Ted in over 15 years….I sure do miss ya’ buddy hope you’re doing well.

A Soldier’s Thoughts

My thoughts seem to shift and pass,
as dust will blow through tangled grass.
When borne like whispers upon the wind,
they flow from now…by then , to when?

I’ve stood alone with frosting breath,
pondering the purpose of birth and death.
And the interval between..
where I exist and the part unseen.
And as I stood ‘neath that old street lamp,
I glanced at my house through the cold and damp.
To become frightened that my windows seemed,
like shut eyes inwardly watching the lives in a dream.

In shock my soul knelt..in the subtle shade
of a broken belief and I softly prayed,
that man would realize that his true existence,
was never meant to offer resistance,
or persecution to those he would shun.
But into silence my words fell one by one.

So now I watch through my window-eye,
the days of my life as they pass me by,
and the shadowed people who had approached my door,
now only pass beyond and stop no more.

Then my thoughts which seem to shift and pass,
blow as dust though tangled grass.

by Billy Preston

Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
You gotta have somethin’
If you wanna be with me
Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
You gotta have somethin’
If you wanna be with me

I’m not tryin’ to be your hero
‘Cause that zero is too cold for me, Brrr
I’m not tryin’ to be your highness
‘Cause that minus is too low to see, yeah

Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
And I’m not stuffin’
Believe you me
Don’t you remember I told ya
I’m a soldier in the war on poverty, yeah
Yes, I am

via (Song Lyrics World)

Google Faces Freedom Callenges in United States of America

Google Faces "Guge" Censorship Challenge in China

Face-off here

This from a North Carolinian with Greensboro ties who made good in the world.

He was the most famous newsman in broadcasting, but he spelled out the limitations of his trade. "Just because the microphone in front of you amplifies your voice around the world," he’d say, "is no reason to think we have any more wisdom than we had when our voices could reach only from one end of the bar to the other."

"We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason if we dig deep in our history and doctrine and remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate and to defend causes which were for the moment unpopular. We can deny our heritage and our history, but we cannot escape responsibility for the result. There is no way for a citizen of the Republic to abdicate his responsibility."

Here’s to good friends, good partners and good buisness.

If we find Hollywood isn’t listening…we’ll just turn it up a notch.

Abd al-Rahman, Age 13

“I am looking at the sheep in the wadi [riverbed, or oasis]. I see Janjaweed coming—quickly, on horses and camels, with Kalashnikovs—shooting and yelling, ‘kill the slaves, kill the blacks.’ They killed many of the men with the animals. I saw people falling on the ground and bleeding. They chased after children. Some of us were taken, some we didn’t see again. All our animals were taken: camels, cows, sheep, and goats. Then the planes came and bombed the village.”