[Congressional Record Volume 153, Number 47 (Monday, March 19, 2007)]
[Extensions of Remarks]
[Pages E579-E580]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]




                      IN OUR SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH

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                            HON. JOE WILSON

                           of south carolina

                    in the house of representatives

                         Monday, March 19, 2007

  Mr. WILSON of South Carolina. Madam Speaker, in tribute of slain 
reporter David Bloom, Albert Carey Caswell, United States Tour Guide, 
penned the following poem:

     ``In our search for the truth, in a reporters quest
     Running on that edge, which so separates the greats . . . 
           which so leads us to the best
     With precious life on the line, all within these their most 
           heroic moments there in time . . . while, courageously 
           facing death
     ``For in these their greatest gifts they give
     Here within these, our shortest of all lifetimes we live
     As shall so here upon this earth, shall so surely show our 
           worth . . . as shall so surely carry on, and forever 
           with us live
     ``David Bloom
     A man for so whom, within this his short lifetime . . . in 
           our hearts, now so largely looms
     As a true and great lesson to us all, of when greatness comes 
           to call . . . of when, within these our short lives a 
           heart so blooms
     ``Such a man of class, such a man of style
     Such a man as a friend, you'd but wished you'd known all the 
           while . . . as why, within our hearts we now carry him 
           the while
     `Ah . . . and through that camera's eye, as we could so see . 
           . . his wonderful warmth, his great humanity . . . that 
           he carried with him the miles
     ``For he was such a man of integrity, one of such splendid 
           grace

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     A man for all seasons, who but within his short lifetime . . 
           . so surely made our world a far better place
     And these are but the reasons why, we shall never forget his 
           beautiful smile . . . his debonair, and `oh so very 
           handsome face
     ``For so surely, he was headed down that very same path
     In all those magnificent footsteps, that which Edward R. 
           Murrow once so left . . . in his aftermath
     For few have so traveled, such this hallowed path . . . as 
           why to heaven this day, we pray to our Lord to so bless 
           David we ask
     ``A reporter's reporter, a real fine man's man
     And yet, this man for all seasons greatest assets . . . were 
           his great warmth, and his oh so caring hand
     As you could feel it, radiating through your TV set . . . as 
           you so watched this superstar your heart he would 
           catch, time and time again
     ``Oh what an innovator, oh what a truly marvelous 
           communicator
     While, in his magnificent Bloom mobile . . . we so watched 
           his genius, courageously communicating
     As he brought the light of day, and the truth into our world 
           . . . as he so brought the proof of a heroes courage, 
           in the darkness of a war unfurled
     ``But, just so too
     As all of our those fine heroes too, who so gave their fine 
           lives for us true . . . as he so did for you
     Just, as each brave soldier . . . he so too . . . so 
           heroically went into battle . . . as into hell was so 
           sent, to bring back the truth . . . for all to view
     ``Yet, for all of his accomplishments
     His greatest gifts, his fondest wish . . . his everything . . 
           . was his magnificent wife & beautiful daughters to him 
           from heaven sent
     For on the day that he died, in Washington . . . The cherry 
           blossoms bloomed high . . . as they too cried . . . 
           knowing what his fine life had meant
     ``For here within our short lives, when such greatness so 
           arrives . . . and brightly blooms
     As one so surely finds, as one so surely assumes . . . is but 
           where the greatest of all heart's so looms
     For to this our world, these their most sacred gifts of which 
           they've unfurled . . . that so ever bless our world, as 
           we live when blossom's bloom
     ``For in this, Our Search For The Truth
     In this a reporter's quest, To Be The Best . . . Do we dare 
           and never second guess? And go forth with hearts full 
           of youth
     For in putting it all on the line, for in risking our most 
           precious of all moments with our loved ones therein 
           time . . . we so find, where lies the proof.''

  To David's lovely wife Melanie and his beautiful daughters Christine, 
Ava, and Nicole, in memory of your magnificent husband and wonderful 
father.
  And to all reporters who have lived and died for the truth, men like 
Daniel Pearl.

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