The Thoughtful Republican
Sick and tired of the invective, the idiocy, and
the rejection of American ideals by today’s GOP.
The Thoughtful RepublicanSick and tired of the invective, the idiocy, and
the rejection of American ideals by today’s GOP.
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Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872–1918), Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Second Lieutenant Audie Murphy (1924–1971), US Army
Dusty old helmet, rusty old gun,
They sit in the corner and wait—
Two souvenirs of the Second World War
That have withstood the time, and the hate.Mute witness to a time of much trouble.
Where kill or be killed was the law—
Were these implements used with high honor?
What was the glory they saw?Many times I've wanted to ask them—
And now that we're here all alone,
Relics all three of a long ago war—
Where has freedom gone?Freedom flies in your heart like an eagle.
Let it soar with the winds high above,
Among the spirits of soldiers now sleeping,
Guard it with care and with love.I salute my old friends in the corner,
I agree with all they have said—
And if the moment of truth comes tomorrow,
I'll be free, or By God, I'll be dead!
To those who served, those who died, and those whose hearts were broken in the process: My gratitude is overwhelming. I hope in some small way, those who knew you understand what it all means to those of us who remain.
