May 29, 2005
As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them . .
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them!
-- Lawrence Binyon
Take me by the hand.
Follow me to quiet places
in a quiet land.
Sleep in fields of emerald
beside the quiet sea.
Feel the sun upon your face
and stay awhile with me.
and helped to calm your fears,
and laughed with you in happy times
and brushed away your tears.
I shielded you with tender wings
when you were very small,
staying close across the miles
after duty's call.
Take me by the hand.
Follow me to quiet places
in a quiet land.
Walk with those who came before
beside the quiet sea.
Feel the mists upon your face
and stay awhile with me.
your battle has been won,
and brothers wait to welcome you
beneath a rising sun.
Take my hand, we'll go to them
it's where you need to be,
a land of gentle warriors
each one, USMC.
Take me by the hand.
Follow me to quiet places
in a quiet land.
Walk amongst your brothers here
beside the quiet sea.
Feel the warmth of heaven's grace
and stay awhile with me.
-Lila Meyer, Dec 9, 2004
To all those Past, Present, and Future that have served their country in times of need, and in times of peace, most especially those that gave their final measure.
Addend: Here is a tribute that says it all. Just a letter to one little girl that will never know her father, except what others may tell her. Another fallen Hero. Never Forget.
Here is another, showing the true courage of a Marine, Sergeant Rafael Peralta. I feel a special bond with Sgt. Peralta, as he was an emigre like me. We may have come from different countries, but we were both Americans. NEVER FORGET.
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