Thursday, December 19, 2019

House impeaches Trump over Ukraine dealings, as Pelosi floats holding up Senate trial

Without any Republican support, the House on Wednesday night voted to impeach President Trump for "abuse of power" and "obstruction of Congress" related to his dealings with Ukraine, making Trump the third American president ever to be impeached.

The separate votes on the two counts teed up an all-but-certain Senate acquittal, should House Democrats forward the charges to the GOP-controlled chamber. They also fulfilled a promise made by some Democrats ever since Trump's inauguration to impeach him, even as polls have shown support for impeachment declining.

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Laughs, smiles, and applause. Does that sound like a "solemn" day to you? Throughout Wednesday's debate on the House floor over impeaching President Trump, Democrats cracked jokes about wanting to impeach him months before he even called the Ukrainian president, and others applauded while their colleagues painted him as an unconstitutional ogre.
A Military Christmas...Past and Present
By: Diane Sori / The Patriot Factor / Right Side Patriots on American Political Radio

In five short days Christmas will once again be upon us...the day when Christians the world over celebrate the birth of one small child...a child who forever changed the course of history...a child named Jesus...God Our Father's only Begotten Son. And in just two days the first Hanukkah candles will be lit...the "Festival of the Lights" it's called...for Hanukkah commemorates the Maccabees securing control of Judea and the rededication of the Second Temple so very many centuries ago.

But what should be a festive time for all remains just another day for those now serving in both our and our allies armed and women who are stationed or actually fighting in far off theaters of war. To them it's just another day to be on guard and pick up arms if need be, but know that no matter the circumstances those in the military always seem to find a way to celebrate and honor this most holy and joyous time of year. And one such quite unexpected celebration took place just over one hundred years ago during the First World War.
World War I...known as the “Great War”...was a brutal and costly war that heralded in so-called modern-day warfare...a war that saw hundreds of thousands of civilians and soldiers on both sides dying within the first few months of said war...a war that had been predicted to be over by Christmas of 1914. But by December of that year what became known as “trench warfare” had then become the norm with the dead in the field now sadly outnumbering the battlefield living. But with war being a tiring and ever so weary business and with both sides sustaining heavy losses, a Christmas miracle of sorts occurred much to the dismay of high command, for what began on Christmas Eve and lasted throughout Christmas Day was a truce along the Western Front...a truce that saw both British and German troops laying down their weapons of war as they began singing Christmas carols to one another, while together and with honor they sadly buried their dead.
Men so tired of war now witnessed the brutal and blood-stained Western Front in Belgium for but one night and one day becoming a place of Christmas celebrations and reverence; where Christmas carols replaced the always deadly sounds of guns, cannons, and bombs; where Christmas services were held as enemies stood together in the hope that one day they could be friends; and where small Christmas trees were placed alongside those men holed-up in the now muddy, damp, and cold trenches. And on Christmas morning both German and British soldiers emerged unarmed from a fitful night's sleep in the trenches, calling out “Merry Christmas” to each other from both sides of what was then known as “no-man’s-land.”
Twenty-four hours of peace and goodwill between enemies...enemies who even dared to “break bread,” share pleasantries, and play soccer together...sadly came to end as carols sung were slowly replaced by gunshots once again for the business of war always seems to take precedence over the seemingly fleeting miracle of peace. But for that one brief moment in time...a moment never again to happen during the “Great War”...the very sounds of war were silenced by the spirit of Christmas itself.

But there were other wars and other Christmases that saw both victories and setbacks happening on Christmas Eve and Day. And probably one of the most famous of all American historical military remembrances was when on Christmas night of December 25-26, 1776, then General George Washington and 2,400 of his Continental Army soldiers crossed the icy Delaware River. Frozen, so tired and hungry, and with morale low, Gen. Washington and his men nevertheless marched as dawn was breaking into Trenton, New Jersey, catching the Hessian soldiers stationed there totally off off guard in fact that the Hessians surrendered to Washington within a mere hour and a half's time. And it was this, George Washington's Christmas night Delaware River crossing, that helped turn the then flailing American Revolution into a war that we could and did win.
But sadly, other American military actions connected with Christmas Day were not immediate successes per se, with some actually considered to be “temporary failures.” One such example occurred during the Vietnam War and it involved the air campaign known as Operation Linebacker the time the largest bombing mission in U.S. military history. Considered by historians to be the campaign that led to the end of our involvement in the highly unpopular Vietnam War, Operation Linebacker II began on December 18, 1972 after the North Vietnamese walked out on then ongoing peace talks. Referred to as the “11 Days of Christmas,” this operation saw eleven straight days of air raids by B-52 bombers with the only day when bombs did not fall being on Christmas Day. And on that day our troops were given a 36-hour respite in the fighting...a respite to celebrate and honor Jesus' birth...with the bombings starting again on December 26th and lasting until December 29th...the day when the North Vietnamese finally decided to return to the negotiating table.
And so while the miles, current wars, and memories of Christmases passed continue to separate today's brave warriors from both family and friends as well as from the country that they and we proudly call home, know that the spirit of Christmas and the memories of that century old “Christmas Truce” and an icy night's river crossing, has been carried on by our troops and allies today via some of the modern-day trappings of Christmas itself. Santa visiting our military bases in the far off theaters of war; decorated Christmas trees being put up on far off military bases; military equipment bedecked in wreaths and red bows; our troops being served full-course Christmas dinner while receiving care packages and presents from home; and Christmas services always respectfully held; are but a few of the outward signs that Christmas is not being forgotten by those so very far away from home.
And amongst all the Christmas festivities there's now also to be found yarmulkes, menorahs, challah bread, latikas, and maybe even a dreidel or two, for Hanukkah is celebrated and honored by our troops and certain of our allies as well.

But most of all when the trappings and festivities are put aside, I pray both those who now wear our nations uniform and those who once proudly did, know that they are never far from our red, white, and blue American hearts. And while here I write but simple words of thanks for a job always well done, the poem below, as old as it is, still expresses today as it did back in the day; the true feeling of gratitude that "We the People" collectively have for those who fight and who fought to keep us safe and free at home.

So let we of the Christian and Jewish faith join together and bow our heads in prayer that maybe next year our current brave warriors...heroes all...will be home safe and sound on American soil...and that...from the Old Testament Book of Isaiah..."Nation Shall Not Lift Up Sword Against Nation, Neither Shall They Learn War Any More.
The Soldier's Night Before Christmas
By: General Grenville M. Dodge, dated December 22, 1893
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary,
I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.

Soon ’round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of soldiers like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
 On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.

Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened, and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps.”

With that, he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
And I covered this soldier from his toes to his head.
And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,
With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back.

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.

I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice clean and pure,
“Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!
And to that this writer most humbly says a simply yet heartfelt, "Amen."

Copyright @ 2019 Diane Sori / The Patriot Factor / All Rights Reserved.
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