To our honored dead:
I owe you a debt that can never be repaid. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
And to the survivors… may G-d lift your burdens, may He heal your heart by knowing that your loved one fulfilled a most noble calling.
OK, ok, so I’m late to the party. Life.
First, Happy Veterans Day. If you don’t develop some “dust in your eye” at this video, something’s wrong:
And second, Happy Birthday to the US Marine Corp:
Last week I posted my Memorial Day post – good thoughts, wrong date… somehow I had the date wrong mentally.
Thank you, from my generation, to all those who fought and died for this country.
I – we all – owe you.
On this day we remember soldiers who have passed – whether in active service, or in general. We owe them a debt we can never repay.
I’m the family genealogist. Strictly amateur but I’ve managed to discover some interesting things nonetheless. On the basis of my research I’ve joined the Sons of the American Revolution based on Benjamin Pearson, b. 15 Jul 1754, d. 6 Dec 1825. I am also the descendant of this man, Walter Hunt:
Walter Hunt was with General George Washington as he crossed the Delaware, shown in this famous picture:
Thanks to these men, two other ancestors whom I suspect – but have not gotten there yet! – were also Revolutionary War soldiers, as well as countless others I am free and living in the greatest, most exceptional country that has ever been.
May their names and deeds never be forgotten. And may all those who served our country and are no longer with us be similarly uplifted in our national, and in individual, memories.
“War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feelings which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.” — John Stuart Mill