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Memorial Day 2010

May 31, 2010
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Remember when counting the cost of war, it takes a whole family to deploy one soldier.

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  1. Hudson permalink
    June 1, 2010 11:21 am

    Thanks, Mike. Wilfred Owen was considered to be the best of the WWI poets. He served bravely in the trenches until the end, and wrote unsparingly of the horrors of war. Richard Wilbur, the grand old man of American poetry, fought for three years in Italy and up the boot into Germany, and wrote some of the best verse in English to come out of WWII. He’s still going strong at age 84.

  2. Mike Burleson permalink*
    May 31, 2010 7:07 pm

    Well put Wilfred and thanks Hudson!

  3. Hudson permalink
    May 31, 2010 10:41 am

    Arms and the Boy

    Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
    How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
    Blue with all malice, like a madman’s flash;
    And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.

    Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads
    Which long to muzzle in the hearts of lads.
    Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth,
    Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death.

    For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple.
    There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;
    And God will grow no talons at his heels,
    Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.

    by Wilfred Owen, killed on the Western Front, 1918.

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