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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3317 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Reconciliation Concealed Carin Inside me, the passion, the spirit of a warrior juxtaposed with the heart of a peacemaker. How can I serve? I can make the past speak - the men who stood where you stand, the ones who knew what you know now; they whisper across the nascent hours of the nation; it's bloody, noisy, breached removal from Mother. Is this how I become worthy? Can I give back by giving your ancient brethren a voice? You speak of bloody footprints from snowy Valley Forge to sandy Pearl Harbor, the honorable, noble nameless. I know them well. They sing of their foundations back home, strong through the earthquakes of war; they write letters with wounded hands, not to their wives or sweethearts. They write them to me. In every object I hold- as the first to touch the bayonet in three centuries, or for each muster list newly discovered in the bowels of an old town library, I can resuscitate a casualty. My commission of duty - to ensure that those who were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice are never sacrificed on the altars of disrespect, historical neglect. My strength is not for me; my body will not fight your fight, but my resolve is muscled. I serve you who serve 'we' - come smell the newly aerated earth, walk the field of footprints; I can uncover them for you! If you cannot hear it, I will recount your geneology; If you cannot feel it, I will reach out the hand of the Revolutionary and entrust it to your grasp. |
