I am about to head for the hill for a bit. Me and the old Low D. I am not sure what I will think about, other than 3,000 liberated souls, the ones left behind, ....... and those that committed this murderous act. You see, ......... the hill is a place where I get just a little closer to eternity, and I let my mind commune with it. Sorry to sound corny, or trite, but that is what I do. So many conflicted feelings today. Anger, I am so fucking angry at these bastards. Sorrow for these kids and families who struggle with these feelings from an all too personal point of view. Shame at being a part of the species that continually makes its points with mad acts of murder. Intolerance. I have become completely intolerant of anyone who believes that noncombatants are legitimate targets. I will ponder what those feelings mean to me as a warrior, as an Irish American raised with strong Irish Republican views, as a Dad, as an American, and as a citizen of the world. I haven't had to face these types of thoughts since the early 70's.

So me and the old Chieftain will head up the hill, to get a little closer to The Greatest One, and let the mind wander, let the notes float out on the wind. And let the tears flow.....

Mick