On Memorial Day I always feel compelled to say something deep and profound in honor of those who have lost their lives in service to their country. This year I decided that any words of mine would just not suffice. So instead, I am sharing a stanza of the haunting and beautiful “For The Fallen” by Robert Laurence Binyon.
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.
 |
| Remembering the fallen |
