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    Friday, December 14, 2007  
    I’m about to go to sleep to the sounds of a squalling motorcade winding its way up to the Our Lady of Lebanon Cathedral.
    To the sounds of booming morning fireworks thundering a salute to a fallen hero.
    To the sounds of thunder, proof that even nature is paying its tribute.
    To the sounds of a howling storm and driving rain, proof that even nature is venting its fury.
    To the sounds of wailing wind, proof that even nature is bemoaning a life cut short.
    To the sounds of present-day Lebanon.
    A nation where one’s sleep is as troubled as one’s waking hours.
    The last thing I see before I close my bedroom balcony door is a funeral cortege speeding by – a hearse flanked by cars of family, friends and comrades, ambulances, military vehicles and helicopters hovering overhead.
    There’s a little boy bundled in warm winter clothing standing next to his mother on the balcony in the building next to mine waving a tiny Lebanese flag.
    The scene reminds me of John F. Kennedy Junior saluting his slain father’s coffin.
    We are all fatherless today.
    9:30 am

     
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