Remembrance

Brookside (91 of 106)

They shall grow not old, 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.

–Robert Laurence Binyon

Brookside (27 of 106)

It is a sad fact of history that this price of freedom must be paid again and again by our best young men in each generation.
— John F. Kennedy

Sad, indeed…

Chasing Windmills

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Arms swinging about
Hypnotic consistency
Autumn breeze for a master
The beat of the wind

“What giants?” Asked Sancho Panza.
“The ones you can see over there,” answered his master, “with the huge arms, some of which are very nearly two leagues long.”
“Now look, your grace,” said Sancho, “what you see over there aren’t giants, but windmills, and what seems to be arms are just their sails, that go around in the wind and turn the millstone.”
“Obviously,” replied Don Quixote, “you don’t know much about adventures.”
― Miguel de Cervantes

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