I hope we can get back to this place soon.

Day is done
Gone the sun
From the Lakes
From the hills
From the sky.
All is well,
safely rest.
God is nigh.

Fading light
Dims the sight
And a star
Gems the sky,
Gleaming bright
From afar,
Drawing nigh,
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh.

 

I heard the story on how taps came out, it was quite interesting.
Seems during the civil war (I think it was civil, it's been a long time since I heard this story), opposing sides were on an opposite side of a field. One of the kearnels could hear a man out in the field, screaming in agony. Thinking it was one of his own men, at the risk of loosing his own life he went out into the field and pulled the man behind his line. To make a long story short, the man he pulled was a member of the enemy side. Not only that, it was his son, who he thought was attending school on the whole other side of the country but had secretly enlisted for the other side.
His son died that night. and in his pocket his father found the words to the song his son had written, taps. Being a loving father he wanted a full miltary funeral with the band, etc. but because he was a member of the opposing side, they refused. Because he was so high ranking of an official however, they allowed him to have a funeral and gave him the resources for one band player. He chose the bugler.
The rest is history. I still get chocked up whenever I hear that song.

 

Matt
It chokes me up too. But I think of all the things I have seen this week one of the most touching scenes was today outside of Buckingham Palace. That was one of the most sincere displays of support I have ever seen. They held our flags and sang our national anthem and cried. It blows my mind to really think of how far reaching this is.

 

I posted this link elsewhere but it really is a sign of hope....

http://arstechnica.infopop.net/OpenT...4640913172&p=1

G

 

Ok, ya got me. I don't know if I'll ever get over that one...

I don't know if anyone has posted this yet...if so I apologize...but I don't think I could have said this better myself....




by Leonard Pitts Jr. of the Miami Herald...

We'll go forward from this moment

It's my job to have something to say.

They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles
the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears
sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only
words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this
suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.

What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our
World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn?
Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a
family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a
family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous
emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress,
a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by
the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because
of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe
entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate.
We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the
overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and
loving God.

Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us
weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways
that cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're
still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still
working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect
from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy
novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the
probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts
of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history
of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.
But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us
fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last
time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such
abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage,
terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will
bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of
justice.

I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you,
I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble
with dread of the future.

In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers
pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can
be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened
security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward
from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably
determined.

THE STEEL IN US
You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of
our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On
this day, the family's bickering is put on hold.
As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans,
we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.


So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that
maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's
the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange:

You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You
don't know what you just started. But you're about to learn.

CA