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To: AntiBurr
The poetry which came out of the Great War, like that piece I posted from Service, was truly extraordinary. When I read your post, I went into the books in the den and pulled out my Robert Service. Reading that poem brought back so many memories of the old soldiers in my family who had such an influence on me was a child and young man.

I suppose that old fashioned education I had did leave a mark. I can still recite Hiawatha, the Midnight Ride of Paul Revere and much of Service, Kipling and Frost. As a trial lawyer I use them in opening and closing arguments. Juries and judges seem to like it, though I have been accused of being Rumpolesque on occasion!
8 posted on 05/30/2005 10:58:21 AM PDT by Kolokotronis (Christ is Risen, and you, o death, are annihilated!)
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To: Kolokotronis
You have an advantage in that your vocation stimulates the use of memory. As a miner and electrician, it is more difficult for me to recall much of what I once knew. However, the following excerpt may revive a memory for you:

Beneath, in the churchyard lay the dead
In their night encampment on the hill
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
You could hear like a sentinel's tread
the watchful night wind as it went
creeping along from tent to tent.
And the moonlight flowing over all.

My grandfather lies in the Wadsworth National Cemetery at Leavenworth, KS. The plain white stone is marked simply:
Marion Brubaker
Sp Am War
Whenever I visit there, I am always impressed with the peaceful beauty of the scene and another verse runs in my mind:

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lt.Col John McRae

9 posted on 05/30/2005 2:51:57 PM PDT by AntiBurr ("You cannot play the song of freedom on an instrument of oppression"--S.J. Lec)
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To: Kolokotronis

Thanks. I haven't read that particular Service piece in a while, and it's quite appropriate for today.


21 posted on 05/30/2005 8:37:06 PM PDT by an amused spectator (If Social Security isn't broken, then cut me a check for the cash I have into it.)
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