Memorial Day

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I Have a Rendezvous with Death
Alan Seeger - 1888-1916




I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows ’twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
 

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Dr. Alan Sabrosky on Memorial Day

Alan Sabrosky
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WHAT MEMORIAL DAY MEANS TO ME
As a 10-year USMC veteran, I can say that it has little if anything to do with our "freedom." Cannot think of a single war in our history - including the Revolution - which was fought for our "freedom," although the Revolution did produce a fine Constitution - something which has been increasingly perverted & abused over the past 60-odd years (some would say since 1865).
Never has that been so starkly defined as since we set out on these Middle Eastern "regime change" wars as Israel's obedient 800-pound gorilla. Every American who has died or been wounded, every person the US has killed or maimed or driven from their homes, has been done for Greater Israel. "Freedom" - ours or anyone else's - has had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Will America ever free itself? Hard to say. All things end, and the wheel of history sometimes takes a while to turn. But I tell you this: internal collapse due to policies put into place at state & local levels in the wake of COVID-19 will absolutely lead to either revolution or civil war, and what will emerge from the ensuing chaos will not be anything palatable to the ruling elites (most but not all Jewish, many dual Israeli citizens) in NYC & Hollywood.
Who knows? Might be worth hanging around a few more years (if I can) to see that happen. Russia & Eastern European countries might even help us!
"Happy" Memorial Day.






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    Randolph Fuller America is our last hope. It will take civil war to get your country back. It would probably turn into a world war. Same old story.
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      Alan Sabrosky I wowuld difer only on the "last hope." Oddly enough, there is more of Western culture surviving & enshrined these days in places like Russia & Poland & Hungary - how's that for irony?
 

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I Have a Rendezvous with Death
Alan Seeger - 1888-1916




I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows ’twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
I have read this was one of John F. Kennedy favorite poems.
 
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