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Friday, May 26, 2017

Remember. Always Remember.

WWII Vets face 'closed' signs upon arrival at their memorial on October 1, 2013
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Drums beaten, flowers laid. 
Words spoken, music played.
Choruses sung, veterans praised.

Fewer veterans, heroes all,
Some stood in place of comrades now fallen
Answer  "Here! Sir!" at roll call.

Like their comrades before
Fading into history and lore,
A grateful nation heartfelt calls
To the warriors, once strong and tall: 
Thank you, thank youthank you

Susan Kane, 28 May 2012
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Note: The photo of veterans above was taken when the World War 2 memorial in the Washington Mall opened.  Veterans were flown in to be present at the opening.  

Sequester of funds had made a decision to close this memorial, even though all National Park memorials are under the umbrella of  Park Services, which is permanently funded by gov't and also by contributions.  These parks cannot be sequestered.


Veterans said many words, some of them very expressive, and they pushed aside barriers in their wheelchairs. No one stopped them.


Friday, October 9, 2015

WedWords: Marching Home

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When Hitler threw open the gate of war, he had no doubt that his enemies would blunder and fumble through years of ineptitude.  A game to him, Hitler watched and waited.

The small village of Cranville-off-Trent lined the streets as their own brave boys set off to war.  Tears, so many tears dropped onto the cobblestone street where their sons had walked.  Come home!  Write!

At the "River and Trout" where publican Jim Garvey served many pints that day, he listened with equanimity and compassion for his patrons. Many pints over days, months, and then years were served, as Jimmy comforted despondent friends, waiting for their boys. 

Slowly, brave boys returned home, one by one.  Grieving parents, whose sons lay in graves somewhere, cheered for each young man.

A pint of beer outside a pub
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Jim served many pints each time.  And he always poured a pint in memory of those who did not march home. Here’s to ye, brave lads.  God love ye and keep ye.

Two words sent me down this road:  publican and despondent.  We knew many publicans (pub owners) in Ireland, all good kind souls.  Most of them did not drink.

These bold underlined words are compliments of Elephant's Child for Wednesday Words.  Please click on her site, sit back and enjoy.  E.C.'s blogs always provide beauty and interest.

And....please look at the random words and take some time to write anything that inspires you!