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A Tribute to John McCain

By Patrick Donovan

Seattle, WA (The Hollywood Times) 8/27/18–Senator John S. McCain exemplified what it is to be American, not just because was a naval officer or because he was a POW. John McCain was a man who gave of himself over the needs of others.  He suffered for 5 years, fought hard against all odds and yet, he persevered. He was able to break through barriers that existed on the other side of the aisle in Congress and rebuilt bridges where they were broken.

John McCain was the Republican of old. There is no one left in either house of Congress with the same spine, courage, dedication, honor, and love for our country that he possessed.  He is a role model for adults and children alike; for what he believed in was ‘us’, America, the greatest country in the world, but we can lose it all if we forget why we ‘are’ American’s. We are a nation of immigrants, come from across the sea, that ‘took’ the land of the native people that were here before us. This time, instead of taking, we give; instead of destroying, we build; instead of hating, we love.  John McCain is the epitome of a true American Hero.

My favorite quote from the late John Sydney McCain is: “Glory belongs to the act of being constant to something greater than yourself, to a cause, to your principles, to the people on whom you rely and who rely on you.”

Finally, from Poet John Masefield:

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,  And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;                                                                                And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,                          And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide  Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;                                                                                      And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,                                            And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,      To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;                                                          And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,                                          And quiet  sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Fair Winds and Fallowing Seas, Sir!