While no fan of Lincoln, I do appreciate one of his quotes, germane to Veterans Day:“Honor to the soldier and sailor everywhere, who bravely bears his country’s cause. Honor, also, to the citizen who cares for his brother in the field and serves, as best he can, the same cause.” – Abraham Lincoln
___ A VETERAN’S DAY LAMENT ___The thought arises once again:That our brave men have died in vainIf in our now-degraded stateWe see no more why they were great,––And rattle on belligerently ––Rejecting Thought that made us free ––Embracing now with loud insistence ––Malice threatening our existence ––Tearing at each other's throats ––While a leering Satan gloats ––A sorry spectacle that wrenchesMy heart thinking of the trenchesFilled with anguish, fear and dreadAs bullets whizzed above each head,And buried in the mud the minesLurked to shatter limbs and spines,While in the distance cannons boomedInspiring fear that all were doomed.Then to see a body shattered –– One a buddy –– now parts scattered ––In the mud with corpses strewn ––Gruesome lit by sun or moon ––More pitiful the wounded lieIn agony praying to die.And all around the smell of bloodVomit, –– urine, –– faces, –– crudDefined the hellish atmosphereBut few if any shed a tear.They knew they had a job to do ––Protecting our land –– and you ––From Tyranny, –– Brutality ––Poverty –– and Slavery ––Their Sacrifice –– Our Legacy –Now relegated to the Fire ––Ever the Enemy’s Desire ––Because their precious VictoryWas neutralized by Sophistry That promised Peace eternally By ceding our SovereigntyAs a dumb ovine assembly Always led too easilyTo the abattoir where brutallyThey end up slaughtered ruthlessly.And so the Enemy has won ––Not by bayonet, bomb, or gun ––But by an ideologySeductive, to those lazilyImagining there’s an Easy WayTo stop becoming Satan’s Prey.Thus lulled into a stupor weNow feel a false Security.Forgetting the we owe a debtTo those brave men who fought to getContinued Opportunity To cherish their fine legacy.Because the Left runs EducationWe’ve lost our great Emancipation ––Betrayed great men through dissipationMade worse by bitter argumentation.~ FreeThinke (11/11/18)
“Contemplate the mangled bodies of your countrymen, and then say, ‘What should be the reward of such sacrifices?’ … If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands, which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen!” —Samuel Adams (1777)
Honor our veterans, by getting the hell out of Afghanistan
Amen! And poste haste.- CI
Found on blog rounds: A Veteran is someone, who at one point in his/her life, wrote a blank check made payable to “The United States of America”, for an amount of “up to and including my life”. That is honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
But that was when we still had a country WORTH defending. I doubt we do any longer.
Franco,I wouldn't go that far.
America has just SPAT in the FACE of our living defenders and honored dead by empowering the fiends and fools I can now only call DemonRats.The fallout from last Tuesday's election has succeeded in making a SICK JOKE of Veteran's Day. and a MOCKERY of true patriotism.
Franco,Agreed!What we're seeing is the harvest of the education system, which conservatives and libertarians basically abandoned decades ago -- at least at the professorial level.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. ~ Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)
At Mom's request years before she passed, I used something similar at her funeral.
The meditation I used at Mom's funeral:Death is nothing at all.I have only slipped away to the next room.I am I and you are you.Whatever we were to each other,That, we still are.Call me by my old familiar name.Speak to me in the easy waywhich you always used.Put no difference into your tone.Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.Laugh as we always laughedat the little jokes we enjoyed together.Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.Let my name be ever the household wordthat it always was.Let it be spoken without effect.Without the trace of a shadow on it.Life means all that it ever meant.It is the same that it ever was.There is absolute unbroken continuity.Why should I be out of mindbecause I am out of sight?I am but waiting for you.For an interval.Somewhere. Very near.Just around the corner.All is well.Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.Henry Scott Holland
That's lovely, AOW. I'm glad to be acquainted with it.I'm reminded of a story about Helen Keller who wen asked towards the end of her astonishung life, if she feared death?"I have no fear of it at all," she said, "for I am certain it will be no different than passing from one room into another, but I know that in that Other Room I shall be able to see and hear."I've always found that almost unbearably touching –– to the point where I get choked up, and tears come to my eyes every time I think of it.
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