By Brian Williams, Anchor and managing editor
These days I'm living a dual life. I came to work today from Sesame Street, where I reported first thing in the morning to shoot an episode for the upcoming fall season. Since raising two children on Sesame Street (and, my wife and I hope, actual parenting) its been something of a dream to appear on the show. I'm so happy to report that the cast and crew and producers and writers are just as smart, creative, happy and welcoming as you'd want them to be. I had a blast today, hanging with Elmo, Ernie, Bob and others -- and can't wait to go back to that familiar Street tomorrow. It is truly a joy.
One note from history: 40 years ago today (while it's hard to describe just how impactful it was for its time and place), President Lyndon Johnson stunned the world by announcing that he would neither seek nor accept his party's nomination for another term as President. It was a closely-guarded secret within the White House until the moment of the announcement. At least one witness said he glanced over at his wife Lady Bird, who was present for the speech in the Oval Office, before he read the actual words that had been added to his speech on the TelePrompTer. It was a huge story. No one had any way of knowing, of course, that just days later, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. would be assasinated in Memphis.
It's not too early to tell you that we'll be live at the National Civil Rights Museum (just beneath the balcony of the Lorraine Motel) in Memphis for Friday's broadcast. We have some special coverage planned, and I urge you to join us -- as I do for tonight's broadcast as well.
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And a tip of the hat to David McCullough for tipping his hat to us. David was on Charlie Rose a few days back when he mentioned a great moment we witnessed together. I interviewed David after the release of his book 1776. We strolled across the Brooklyn Bridge on a sparkling day while cameras rolled. We happened upon a class of school children from New York, who'd been assigned to sketch their impressions of the bridge as they walked. What made it special was that the teachers and parents along on the trip...an obviously literate bunch...knew McCollough on sight: the fluffy white hair, that iconic voice. He signed the sketch of one lucky young man, and we moved on. During his discussion with Charlie about the teaching of history through physical examples, David remembered that encounter, and I'm grateful. I regard David David McCullough as a national treasure, and his collected works -- all of which I'm proud to say I've read -- as a lasting, towering chronicle of the American experience...beginning with his wonderful work on the Brooklyn Bridge itself, The Great Bridge.
Burials at Arlington National Cemetery are always sad, but the burial of Army Staff Sgt. Collin Bowen was especially so.
"Collin passed away peacefully," his brother wrote in an online journal, "with his family holding his hands at his bedside. May he rest in peace."
This is National Medal of Honor Day, and this is the first time the recipients have done this -- putting the full weight of the honor bestowed upon them, behind an honor given out to others.
On this Easter Sunday many along the Meramec River in Missouri are breathing a sigh of relief. Even though homes and lives have been lost and the water not yet receded, most knew it could have been worse.
Unlike so many natural disasters, flooding almost seems to take place in slow motion. Long after the heavy rain passed, residents in
The facility is on the grounds of Brooke Army Medical Center in Texas. Its part of a new network of housing for wounded warriors and their families. They will forever bear the names of these two great Vietnam Veterans. Two men who feel so fortunate to have survived that conflict -- two men given their nation's highest military honor for saving the lives of others -- will now be forever associated with a place that puts the wounded back together.
In retrospect, this probably wasn't the smartest thing I ever did -- one of them, a Sparrow missile as I recall, believed to have been fired from the Al Faw Penninsula, came close to where we were staying and busted up part of a shopping mall nearby. Each hotel room had what became known as the "talking credenza" -- a hidden speaker that would broadcast the voice of the heavily-accented hotel manager, telling all hotel guests to head to the bomb shelter in the basement with each new incoming missile. While we always had our gasmasks and chem suits and antidote injections with us, we only headed to the shelters twice, as I recall: the first time we heard the warning, and after the close impact (a lot of good that did us) at the nearby mall.
So there we were (after mustering to the roof of the hotel, our anchor location), five years ago tonight in Kuwait, standing by to go on the air when the first bombs and cruise missiles reached their targets. Wayne was great company, a steady presence on the air and off. We did not know then that we would both reach Bagdhad two weeks later (one of several adventures together with U.S. Forces, and the first of several trips there as partners) and would go on to develop a close friendship forged by some tight scrapes that we lived to tell about.
I had to laugh at the thought: after his departure from this earth, we are still enjoying, in his name, the product which bears the inscription on the label: "It is quite simply incomparable" -- below which is the reproduced signature of William F. Buckley. I'm aggressively checking into our corporate policy on accepting gifts of peanut butter. Could this be a corporate attempt to buy my favor? No way. I'm already in the tank for Red Wing. Bill Buckley stood for a lot over the course of his lifetime. His critics will tell you he was wrong as often as he was right...but he sure was right about really good peanut butter.
I had the opportunity to observe this firsthand when I sat down with the Kraima family. Naomi Kraima had served in Iraq during the height of the war in 2003 and narrowly escaped an explosion that took the life of her friend. The explosion and the war proved to injure the entire Kraima family. The sacrifices that were made during the war were grand in gesture and in number. And these sacrifices were not merely offered by the mother but by the family as a whole. And, together, the family continues to pay for them. We would all like to think that when our soldiers and marines return home, that their portion of the war is truly over -- they made it home "safe and sound"after all. But, sadly, that's not the case. Their next battle begins when they get home: the battle for normalcy and for a healthy family existence.
To Dick Heller of Washington, DC, who wants to keep a handgun at home for personal protection, the words guarantee a personal, individual right to own a gun. His lawyers argue that the key phrase is "the right of the people to keep and bear Arms." The amendment's first words, dealing with a well regulated militia, state only one of many purposes for establishing that right, they argue, and do not limit its protections.
The legal showdown has generated intense interest. From Congress, 229 Republicans and 66 Democrats filed a brief supporting Heller. Vice President Dick Cheney took the highly unusual step of signing on in his capacity as President of the Senate. That put him at odds with the Bush Administration's formal position filed by the Justice Department, which argues that the amendment provides an individual right. But the government claims that the appeals court ruling is so sweeping that, if upheld, it could jeopardize federal gun laws.