The XV International Brigade, nicknamed Brigada Abraham Lincoln, fought against Franco for the Spanish Republic in the Spanish Civil War. Composed primarily of volunteer battalions from Britain and America, but also Canada, Ireland, the Balkans, France and Cuba, the 15th fought valiantly, and suffered heavy casualties, at Jarama, Brunete, Teruel and the Ebro River. Here is the Christmas greetings card sent out by the XV International Brigade and comrades in the Republican Army in 1937….
, a 100-year-old veteran of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade, who was its last known survivor, passed away on February 28, 2016. NY Times Obituary
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Read the 25th Infantry Division’s “Tropic Lightning News” Christmas Edition from this date, December 23rd 1968, in Vietnam. It was the end of a long bloody year for the 25th that began with the Tet Offensive. Its headquarters was located almost directly above the tunnels of Cu Chi, which would soon again be discovered the hard way in March 1969, as the Vietcong suddenly appeared behind their lines to conduct the little remembered, but very deadly, attacks of Tet 1969…
25th Infantry Division Tropic Lightning News. December 23rd, 1968
Here’s to the great Phil Ochs on what would have been his 76th birthday (December 19). One of the most influential singers of his time, during the Civil Rights and Free Speech Movements and the Vietnam war, he was also an Ohio State journalism student and worked for the school newspaper, the Lantern. At OSU he met his political mentor, Jim Glover, who introduced him to the music of Pete Seeger, Woody Guthrie and the Weavers. Odd (sad) that the university remains ambivalent/silent about his legacy…
“A good song with a message can a bring a point more deeply than a thousand rallies” – Phil Ochs
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Into sunlight they marched,
Into dog day, into no saints day,
And were cut down.
They marched without knowing
How the air would be sucked from their lungs,
How their lungs would collapse,
How the world would twist itself, would
Bend into the cruel angle.
Into the black understanding they marched
Until the angels came
Calling their names,
Until they rose, one by one from the blood.
The light blasted down on them.
The bullets sliced through the razor grass
So there was not even time to speak.
The words would not let themselves be spoken.
Some of them died.
Some of them were not allowed to.
Wouldn’t it be something to live in a world with no memorial days….