I’m re-posting this poem, a prayer, from last Memorial Day with an added line.
In this year,
an historic year
of a global pandemic,
economic and educational disparities,
racial and religious hatred,
ideological and political divides,
innocence and freedom terrorized,
and our beautiful, irreplaceable earth
in deep trouble,
remember those who have served our country
and those who still do,
sons and daughters
whose families long to embrace them
and welcome them home.
Amen.
Flower Box Flag, Hudson River ParkFlags fly at Liberty State Park.Flags in front of the American Legion post.Liberty State Park, NJLiberation Monument by Natan Rappaport
I am re-posting this Memorial Day post with an addition–an amazing photo! It’s my 1st Lieutenant son’s United States Army Infantry platoon. They are deployed to the Middle East, and we are anxious to find out when they will return.
Re-post:
In 2005, my brother took my almost twelve-year old son to Washington D.C. I came across these photos of their day together and thought they were a fitting send-off to my son who is in the Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) for the United Stated Army while he studies at a university.
He’s leaving today for mountaineering training in a country very far from home. I could say how anxious I am about this trip, how world events and politics are sad and disheartening, how I get nauseous thinking about his future, and how much I love him and want him safe and happy. Instead I’ll leave you with these photographs.
One of the 9/11 Memorial Reflecting Pools in Manhattan.
In 2005, my brother took my almost twelve-year old son to Washington D.C. I came across these photos of their day together. My son is in the Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) for the United Stated Army while he studies at a university.
In 2005, my brother took my almost twelve-year old son to Washington D.C. I came across these photos of their day together and thought they were a fitting send-off to my son who is in the Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) for the United Stated Army while he studies at a university.
He’s leaving today for mountaineering training in a country very far from home. I could say how anxious I am about this trip, how world events and politics are sad and disheartening, how I get nauseous thinking about his future, and how much I love him and want him safe and happy. Instead I’ll leave you with these photographs.