May 27, 2005
LEST WE FORGET
Douglas MacArthur reminded us in his Farewell Address:
"It is the soldier above all other people who prays for peace for it is he who must suffer the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears rings the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: 'only the dead have seen the end of war.'"
Fly the flag on Memorial Day in remembrance of all who gave their lives for the cause of freedom for America and her allies.
Posted by LMC at May 27, 2005 03:35 PMGorgeous. Thank you so much for this.
Posted by: red at May 27, 2005 05:12 PMRight on!
Posted by: WitNit at May 28, 2005 10:45 AMI know of a lonely she-llama. Interested?
Posted by: Tom at May 29, 2005 04:03 AMIf it is the soldier above all that prays for peace... his mother comes in second.
A proud Navy Mom
OLD SOLDERS NEVER DIE THEY JUST FADE AWAY
Posted by: lonesome loon at May 29, 2005 02:16 PMPeople forget thatif not for war we would still be under the british mandate.These men who gave their lives for peace are true hero's.And any one who want's to try to take their rightfull title away from them is a tyrant.They have and never will see a battle.What they must never forget is that the only thing evil need's to prevail is for good men to stand by and do nothing.I salute our brave solders.they are truly men of valour.
Posted by: sol at July 3, 2005 11:48 PMHappy birthday America.
Posted by: sol at July 4, 2005 02:25 PMI would like to voice my opinion about the a.c.l.u.
they are a band of traitors.they fight for the terrorists not for the americans.It is the responsobility of the amrican goverment to insure our freedom.by any means necessary.and they are tring their best to stop this.Perhaps they would change their minds if they were directly affected by the terrorists.we must incorporate racial profiling.An 85 year old woman is not likely to blow things up.A rag head is likely to blow things up.We must fight for our god given right for freedom.Or else we are doomed.
What are we to do?
We want peace, they want war.
We love, they hate.
We have a voice, they do not.
When we cry, they laugh.
Is it us, is it them.
Or is it me?
