'Aye, weel, here's tae us.'
'Wha's like us?'
'Dam few,'
'And they're a' deid'
Maybe it is the Scot in me that prizes loyalty above all else. Loyalty to the "old religion", loyalty to my family, my friends, and my country.
The thing that disturbs me most of all about the Libyan debacle is that four citizens of this country died a lonely death in a pest hole of a country doing our nations bidding. They kept their word, and did their duty for their country and feckless liars stood in front of their coffins trying to refine the story that might save their own political careers.
They made a simple request for a security team that was denied by State Department employees whose greatest risk is to cross a street to get to a Georgetown bistro.
May they rest in peace, gone but not forgotten, although forsaken by those that have never risked more than choking to death on a biscotti.
