Homage To A Fallen Comrade: Mark Daily, 22
That's from Mark Daily's own account of why he enlisted in order to join the fight in Iraq. Although I was and more or less remain in the "anti-war" camp on the Iraq question (although it's been a moot and wholly obsolete position since the day the bombs started falling), I have yet to read anything in the entire body of American anti-war literature that comes anywhere near Marks' essay as an expression of principled idealism and internationalism.
Did that play of mine send out
Certain men the English shot? …
Could my spoken words have checked
That whereby a house lay wrecked?
On a drive to Fort Knox, Kentucky, and again shortly before shipping out from Fort Bliss, Texas, Mark had told his father that he had three wishes in the event of his death. He wanted bagpipes played at the service, and an Irish wake to follow it. And he wanted to be cremated, with the ashes strewn on the beach at Neskowin, Oregon, the setting for his happiest memories of boyhood vacations. The first two of these conditions had already been fulfilled. The Dailys rather overwhelmed me by asking if I would join them for the third one. So it was that in August I found myself on the dunes by an especially lovely and remote stretch of the Oregon coastline. . .
To the Daily family and everyone like them: Maireann croi eadrom i bhfad. Tiocfaidh Ár Lá.
Mark liked the Murphys. So do I. Here they are: