Eulogy For An Unsung Hero

Eulogy For An Unsung Hero © The late John Sidney McCain III, now flies with Arrow Smith, Babbitt, and Jefferson Airplane five days shy of his eighty second birthday, taken down (to his demise) courtesy, sans metastatic cancer of brain defeated by an aggressive deadly linkedin chain, yet still earns kudos no matter 1967 USS Forrestal fire (during the Vietnam War) his life source did nearly completely drain though purposeless prevails, asper absolute zero gainsay, no rhyme nor reason can even feebly explain, when approximately a quarter million young men (oh...yes, perhaps some women too) perished at sea, on land, or floatplain sacrificed their lives for nought, zip, nada nothing to GAIN (my bald, billed, and bold assertion, a mere minor tirade subpar class 1 hurricane non-veteran civilian personnel), nonetheless afflictions by said United States veteran and, subsequent Senator from Arizona, what posthumous praise me expresses merely mildly silly putty, piddly, paltry and inane as anti septic (of danger) such as books for children star ring Dick and Jane does disservice, injustice offends, (perhaps descriptive word choices might smack of hyperbole, my humble apology if in apropos), thus a more app pealing appellation, could be Citizen Kane, whose corporeal being got lain to rest on a grassy hill adjacent to the main starting point of his storied existence, the burial plot (right next to lifelong friend Chuck Larson) amidst a plain extolling grandeur and solemnity, where grim reaper didst slain of Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia terrain concluding mine poetic epistle, that didst wax and wane.