May God protect all of our soldiers
I was at the airport recently and saw so many young soldiers, Air Force and Marines waiting to be shipped overseas.
So many young souls being sent over to distant lands to support and fight for our country.
My nephew came home recently to his family safely, thank God, from Iraq. He supports President Bush.
As I looked at these beautiful servicemen and women, my heart hurt so for the families that love them. I have two young grandsons, one just a year younger than some of these young people. For all these servicemen, please pray for their safety, also for the parents who rocked them, held them, taught them and now have to watch them walk away into possible danger. I ask God's angels to protect them.
- Cecily Scarborough
Homeland Security secretary should not have been surprised
A lack of imagination by the responsible authorities is widely accepted as one reason the Sept. 11 attacks succeeded. Four years have passed, hundreds of billions of dollars have been spent, and American blood has been shed here and overseas.
We have a new federal bureaucracy, optimistically called Homeland Security. Our borders are wide open to whomever can make it across, yet my aging father, a World War II veteran, gets extra scrutiny when he flies.
The buck-passing about the relief efforts reveals this same fatal lack of imagination. In particular, remarks by Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff on CNN's Web site are simply stunning:
"That 'perfect storm' of a combination of catastrophes exceeded the foresight of the planners, and maybe anybody's foresight."
He called the disaster "breathtaking in its surprise."
As with Sept. 11, the danger had been recognized for years. The New Orleans paper did a series on just this kind of event. Books have been written on the subject. And other agencies had drilled for this scenario. Chertoff is the one individual who should never be surprised.
In the old naval tradition, Chertoff, as captain, needs to go down with his ship. Preferably into the sewage-filled, corpse-strewn floodwaters of New Orleans.
- Liz Barker