When we first started this blog, the idea was that the identity of the Posse members was less important than what we said.
We never bought into the "Do you know who I am?!" school of argument.
Our positions would stand or fall on their own merits; truth and logic need no resume to back them up.
Thus we haven't dwelt on where we live, what we do or the mundane goings on around the ranch.
Frankly, it's none of your business and we doubt anyone particularly cares.
That having been said, today we will make a very personal post, to honor the courage of a fallen warrior and a friend from long ago.
We hadn't seen him in a decade or more, but all that time could not erase the memory of sitting across the table from him refighting the battle of Waterloo, chatting idly between classes and playing Dungeons and Dragons over lunch hour.
He was a good friend in those years, and reading his obituary, we felt an even greater sense of grief for having lost track of him over the years. The world is diminished without him.
Our prayers go out to his other friends and family.
His death was a senseless waste. We say that not to denigrate the cause he was fighting for, but rather because the cause he was fighting against is so morally bankrupt.
The terrorists in Iraq are losing, badly. They are being overwhelmed by the desire for a better future.
While the Coalition and the Iraqi people are building roads, schools and hospitals, the terrorists continue to set off bombs.
We are fighting for life; the terrorists offer only death.
Over the past few days, the Posse has documented the insanity that has taken over the anti-war left. They are so deranged by misplaced anger that they make common cause with murders - people who would kill them in a second if they could.
The terrorists are losing, yet they kill all the same. They kill because it is all they have left, all they can do. They do it in a petty, pointless way, seeking to ease the emptiness and hatred in their hearts by spewing grief and despair.
Would the darkness in their souls manifest, it could almost blot out the sun, smothering the world in a new age of brutality and death.
People like Collin Baber have chosen to stand on the sidelines, clapping and cheering the onrushing tide of evil.
Fools that they are, they dream of riding out the storm, that somehow the cloud of darkness will bypass them when it reaches up to the heavens.
This will not happen because of the bravery and sacrifice of people like Captain Grimes.
They are the ones holding the torches of hope and liberty bright, keeping the hateful darkness at bay. So long as we remember and honor them, those flames will never go out.
One final note: We thank both the Detroit News and Free Press for the respectful tone of their articles. Too many papers treat the death of a soldier as an opportunity to preach their agendas. The News and the Freep both show their class by honoring what Sean stood for and ultimately died for.