As I get ready to post today I do so as the XM is on my favorite station, The Sounds of the 40's.  I often joke that in my retirement I want to do the announcing on a 40's format place.  Not only was the music great but the announcers were people who actually tried to cultivate the talent of using their voices as instrujments of communication.  Even more, they did not ask about the seven forbidden FCC words because gentlemen (yes most of them were men at that time) certainly did not ever think of speaking crudely, on the air at least.  Yes, they were different times.

But the thing that caught me was the song this morning.  Vaughn Monroe was singing, When The Lights Come On Again ... all over the world.  I was deeply moved.  The sentiment was the same as today; and particularly today after the word of the casualties in the Blackhawk down and int the attack on our troops. 

We do want the lights to come on again in that dark hell-hole of a place and we must determine that we will not leave or walk in darkness.  The lights will come on again and we must persevere.