TO THE EDITOR: So let me get this straight, we have the greatest military that has ever been assembled. Every nation fears us.
The president would stop the conflict in Ukraine on day one and certainly after the red carpet meeting with Putin. The Board of Peace would, with the President as the leader, stop the conflict and begin to rebuild Gaza. The conflict with Iran would only last a few weeks.
You sense a pattern here right? So in Iran, we bombed them for many weeks. We sank their navy, defeated their Air Force, they have no radar or communication. We own the Strait due to our overwhelming naval superiority. We signed an MOU which should have halted the conflict. Our main goal was no nuclear weapons. Now we hear with good authority that we are running short of resources, bombs and missiles.
We may not be able to protect our bases or our allies in the region. Here’s my take. I guess that real military powers such as North Korea, China and even Russia, countries that do have very strong militaries and nuclear weapons, are taking notice of our country’s leadership, and military ability. Not a leap that they step up their initiatives as they see the US flounder against a much inferior military in Iran.
The president tipped his hand and we continue with the conflict. At least the president got a Peace Medal from FIFA. So far, that is his only international win.
JOHN ROBINSON
Merrill
TO THE EDITOR: Willsboro of the ‘60s and ‘70s was different than today, more than double the kids, and the Town felt like one big family.
There were certainly disadvantages to everyone knowing everyone else’s business, but there were also blessings that people will never know. One blessing was the House on the Corner of the West Road, today’s Sunset Drive. Sadly, that house, the Stafford House, was destroyed by fire last winter and is now disappearing.
The special thing about the Stafford House, besides its majestic appearance and the great Family from it, was its overlooked backyard. The reason it might be overlooked is because the ground drops away into a long, steep hillside. Today, that slope is choked with poplars, sumacs and burdoc. it looks so uninhabitable. However, once upon a time, it was a sloped field, and every winter it became Willsboro’s sliding hill.
Probably every kid in town slid there, walking over a mile one way for the thrill. Me, and my aunts, uncles, and cousins would drag our sleds down the road to the house on the corner. There weren’t any no trespassing signs, no one had to ask for permission or sign any waivers or liability forms. You just went out back and let ‘er rip, day or night.
As we aged, sliding wasn’t enough. We raced. We crashed. Eventually there was sliding demolition derby. We’d launch from opposite sides of the hill to try and dominate the collision.
It was not uncommon after dark and dinner/homework, to go to Stafford’s and use the warm glow from their kitchen/dining area windows and the pale reach of streetlights to launch from the top and descend into the abyss.
I never stopped to thank Mr. and Mrs. Stafford for sharing their backyard with generations of us. I am now.
DOUGLAS FERRIS
Willsboro