When we arrived at Santa Monica on Sunday, the last of the thousands of crosses where being placed in the sand. Every Sunday, a team of volunteers carefully marks out a grid and places the crosses in remembrance of the service men and women who have been killed in Iraq.
I'm not going to get political - if I did, my diatribe would take up several pages.
I'll just say that when I walked among the crosses and saw the photos of those lovely and heroic men and women, I couldn't help but think of that silly man in the White House and his silly smirking face. How glad I shall be to see the back of him.
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