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Monday, May 29, 2006

Menorial Day

This Memorial Day I think of how few men and women we actually have under arms in light of all that we have asked them to do. Yet with all the demands they have accomplished much. I catalogue the day's war on terror news at the Religion of Peace and have a good feel for how the effort in Iraq and Afghanistan is going. Underneath the reports of bombings and fighting I see steady progress in a region that has been hopeless for centuries. Without the Soldiers Sailors Airmen and Marines that serve our nation this hopelessness could easily engulf our own nation. On reflection of this I a reminded of the speech from Shakespeare's Henry V known as St. Crispin's day

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Our great nation's freedoms came at a great cost paid by those few. They deserve our honor and memorial.

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