Friday, May 28, 2010

Remembering ...

Monday is Memorial Day - first called Decoration Day as it spontaneously began when many, many women went out in May 1866 to decorate the graves of the Civil war dead. The time was approximately one year after the parade of the Grand Army in Washington DC to celebrate the Union victory. This day now commemorates all US war dead - those who fell in preserving the nation and freedom. Lincoln's Gettysburg address captures the sentiment perfectly. He modeled parts of it after the Funeral Oration of Pericles, given about 2,300 years before. Here are the words of Abraham Lincoln - they are worth re-reading out loud.

The Gettysburg Address

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate—we cannot consecrate—we cannot hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom— and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

***end quote***

Think a bit about the meaning of this on Monday at that BBQ. And fly the flag.

Word of the Day

"Viand" - noun [$10] formal
Viand means 1. an article of food; 2. (in plural) provisions, victuals.
Sentence: As we verily savor our BBD'd viands on Memorial Day, let us remember those for whom the holiday was made to remember - the nation's war dead - whose sacrifices have preserved this nation and our freedom.

12 comments:

Frosty said...

FLY THE FLAG INDEED SIR...USA USA USA...well done bunky.

Bunkerman said...

yup, I'll be flying two - a big 5' x 8' one on the main pole, and a 3' x 5' one on the smaller pole off the house.

Frosty said...

Bunky see that PMI...you buying into the teeth of the double dipper...Krypto factoring that into the model sir.

Bunkerman said...

yup I saw it. No big deal - PMI over 50 is expansion.

Too much money sloshign around for a double dip ...

Btw, business is great in MA according to my house painter - booming.

Spin-em said...

not like you'd sell anyway 75%...'Damn the torpedoes Full speed ahead"

Bunkerman said...

true, mostly, spin.

Krypto does it by the numbers.

Spin-em said...

I hearya buddy..lol

Bunkerman said...

more precisely, since I'm not exepcting a boom, just a reasonable reovery, and have been griping about jobs & that crappy Pelosi stimulus plan, that PMI number was no surprise to me; the ones over 60 were higher than sustainable.

Frosty said...

Bunky...fire up the half tracker...let's go kick some north koreaaazzzzzzzzzz...I owe them one.

Bunkerman said...

if I was looking for a boom, that 75% would be more like 85% plus some calls

Bunkerman said...

Enjoy the weekend.

Fly the Flag.

Spin-em said...

sing outloud with Rock ..lol

Fighting soldiers from the sky,
Fearless men, Who jump and die.
Men who mean, Just what they say.
The brave men, Of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest,
These are men, America's best.
One Hundred men Will test today,
But only three, Win the Green Beret.

Trained to live off nature's land,
Trained in combat, hand to hand.
Men who fight by night and day,
Courage pique, From the Green Beret.

Silver wings Upon their chest,
These are men, America's best.
One hundred men will test today,
But only three win the green beret

Back at home a young wife waits,
Her Green Beret has met his fate.
he has died for those oppressed,
Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings On my son's chest,
Make him one of America's best.
He'll be a man they'll test one day.
Have him win, the Green Beret.


Bud the C, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to

USA USA USA