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it burns inside of me:
It's parochial, but I felt an acute sense of loss about Joseph D. Alomar's death in Iraq. Alomar was a Brooklynite and only four years younger than I am. Unlikely as it is, the first thought that popped into my mind was that we might have known each other. Maybe we passed each other by in Kings' Plaza, or at Beat Street, or at the Brooklyn College recreation center, or at the Junction, or on the 44 or the D (or, as you philistines call it, the "Q") train. More likely, we never knew one another and we never would have. Neither Nexis nor Google even record his life, let alone his death. I feel nauseous. To be honest, I felt nauseous already, but the cavalier way Joseph Alomar's death has been treated as the non-end of a non-person is inflaming my stomach. He died for a lie, but I'm sure he gave it meaning, and a relentless, true heart. And now George Bush wants more time for more of his comrades to die for nothing.
--Spencer Ackerman
I totally agree with your opinion and i appericate it. You may not have known him, but i did. He was my cousin, and he a good man. He left behind a three old little girl. and no one seems to know much about what happened. His was loved by everyone. Thank you for the comments in his honor. |
