The Blonde One Was Called Freedom

Memorial Day

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

 

“I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, ‘Mother, what was war?’”

Eve Merriam

 

“At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them “

Lawrence Binyon

  

Have a good Memorial Day!

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