"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Veterans' Day, 2005
11 November, 2005
Our flag is stained with the blood of the brave. I, on this privileged perch of the present, shout with a grateful heart:
"You have made our tomorrows free. Our land is and will always be."
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