Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Veteran's Day

Take a moment, won't you and feel blessed for everything you are able to do, say and read because of these men and women.

Edgar Guest

The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die,
To face the flaming cannon's mouth nor ever question why,
Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red,
The peonies and pansies, too, the old petunia bed,
The grass plot where his children play, the roses on the wall:
'Tis these that make a soldier great.
He's fighting for them all.

'Tis not the pomp and pride of kings that make a soldier brave;
'Tis not allegiance to the flag that over him may wave;
For soldiers never fight so well on land or on the foam
As when behind the cause they see the little place called home.
Endanger but that humble street whereon his children run,
You make a soldier of the man who never bore a gun.
What is it through the battle smoke the valiant soldier sees?

The little garden far away, the budding apple trees,
The little patch of ground back there, the children at their play,
Perhaps a tiny mound behind the simple church of gray.
The golden thread of courage isn't linked to castle dome
But to the spot, where'er it be — the humblest spot called home.
And now the lilacs bud again and all is lovely there
And homesick soldiers far away know spring is in the air;
The tulips come to bloom again, the grass once more is green,
And every man can see the spot where all his joys have been.

He sees his children smile at him, he hears the bugle call,
And only death can stop him now — he's fighting for them all.


Blogger april said...

I gotta tell you something weird. I left work early today because I'm not feeling so well. So I was sitting here on the couch playing around on the internet, going through my blog roll and IMing with my boyfriend. He told me that his job is going to start recognizing domestic partnerships for insurance benefits. I was like, AWESOME!

I put the laptop down and took a little nap. While napping I had a dream that I worked for the insurance company that's going to recognize domestic partnerships. I had to call of the gay and lesbian couples to inform them of the good news. You were one of the people I had to call. As we were talking, we discovered that we knew each other via blogland and we started shooting the shit.

Then the dog jumped on me and woke me up. But I just had to tell you that. It's weird what we dream about, ya know?

2:14 PM  
Blogger april said...

Also, I saw something AWESOME on another blog. It's called Prop 8
The Musical. I don't know if you've seen it yet. If not, google it. I promise you'll enjoy it. I would put a link here to it, but my computer is running really slow so when I try to go to any websites that have it, it's taking foooooorever.

2:21 PM  

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