ForThose Who Gave Their All

All gave some. Some gave all !

 MEMORIAL DAY

…. * If not Me , then who *….

  Rolling Thunder has  arrived . The  blessing of  bikes at National Cathedral !

*We come back and pay tribute to those that didn’t come back !*

  WE SALUTE YOU !

 HONOR  , RESPECT  ,  SILENCE  !

….http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memorial_Day

John McCrae, 1915.

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…. REMEMBER The Soldiers from 3rd Platoon, 62nd Engineer Company, 4th Engineer Battalion pray before a mission. Although not all of the Soldiers are religious, they all join in to be a part of the circle and pray before every mission.

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Those who gave their all

MEMORIAL DAY

All gave some , Some gave  all  …!

SILENCE AND RESPECT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqZ-mkdp1H0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6e4jqTF6aks

In Flanders Fields John McCrae, 1915.

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….  ………RESPECT AND HONOR !!!

Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation’s service. There are many stories as to its actual beginnings, with over two dozen cities and towns laying claim to being the birthplace of Memorial Day. There is also evidence that organized women’s groups in the South were decorating graves before the end of the Civil War: a hymn published in 1867, “Kneel Where Our Loves are Sleeping” by Nella L. Sweet carried the dedication “To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead” (Source: Duke University’s Historic American Sheet Music, 1850-1920). While Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it’s difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day. It is more likely that it had many separate beginnings; each of those towns and every planned or spontaneous gathering of people to honor the war dead in the 1860’s tapped into the general human need to honor our dead, each contributed honorably to the growing movement that culminated in Gen Logan giving his official proclamation in 1868. It is not important who was the very first, what is important is that Memorial Day was established. Memorial Day is not about division. It is about reconciliation; it is about coming together to  HONOR THOSE WHO GAVE THEIR ALL .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ervaMPt4Ha0

UPDATE:

the Rolling Thunder is in town

UPDATE .

SILENCE AND SORROW

 

 

 

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8:46

No matter what your political views might be…
one thing is for certain.
In these days of fast news and even faster life styles,
we all seem to have forgotten those moments in history
that so abruptly and tragically changed
this beloved Country of ours.

Never forget, never again !

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happy 4th of july

…..to everyone ! Happy 4th of July !!!

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strawberry fields

….de catva timp , mereu mai obosita , ma zvant  in adierea vantului caldut ce-mi poarta stihiile fiintei , un abur sfant de amintiri…

…. cand bratele , aceste raramuri frante , le ridicam spre bolta la solstitii , sa prind al lunii alb ulcior cu vin batran de mistitce credinte….

…..cand ca-ntr-un vechi si galben calendar in care doar duminici vin dupa duminici , citeam in crugul discului solar schimbarea vremii , cumpana profunda….

…….si talmaceam din graiul lui Alcor cantarea lumii noi….

……IMAGINI…….. cu ochii ageri de curteietor , in campul de capsuni ,odinioara , zambetul era pe buze ca o hieroglifa , sigiliu  gandului scormonitor….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNKhIJfB510&feature=related

….zadarnic rascolesc in scrum si vreau sa scot din vatra canturi noi, cand soarele minunilor s-a stins ,iar armonia musicii de sfere cu strune rupte-ntinde-n necuprins o plasa uriasa de tacere….in strawberry fields….for ever….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4YeJwWsLNQ

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mais oui !

Intai si intai  vreau sa-mi scot din minte  stereotipul absurd ca francezii sunt aroganti . Francezii nu sunt aroganti , ei doar ii urasc  pe americani si nu numai . Dar asta nu-i un  motiv sa le ocolesti frumoasa tara , unde maestri bucatari au reputatia de cei mai grozavi, si care incearca sa pacaleasca  naivul american   turistii sa manance melci .

Probabil, cativa bucatari, stateau intr-o zi noroasa in usa bistroului  si batand tablele , au zarit un melc  venind  rapid spre ei. * pariu , ca  daca  ii zicem  lighioanei ceva de  genul  escargot, turistii o sa-l manance * si-au zis ei cu un hohot de ras , caci * escargot* in limba franceza inseamna *  gelatina umblatoare*

Acest spirit culinar inventiv exista in Franta cred  din timpul lui Napoleon care isi hranea trupele  din mers , rapid , economic  iar plata o suporta  aliatii  turistii . Altfel cum s-ar explica  costul unui aperiritv cat  costul unor perechi de  roti radiale , ce consta intr-o farfurie mare  la prima vedere   cu un  ceva micut , ornat artistic in centru ,  dupa o atenta inspectie    ca o gelatina. bine ca nu misca  Ospatarul te anunta  ferm ca el n-are timp valoros  de pierdut cu turistii neinstruiti ce nu discern intre bucataria lor  fina   si   hamburger ul ordinar al redneck lor  yankee .

Sa nu uitam , bacsisul e inclus , iti place or nu. asa obisnuiesc oamenii fini  Daca totusi  ajungi  si vrei  arta  fina  stai cu  restul turistilor in fata bistroului si decodifici menu ul :

Carte de menu

Les petites eyeballes de macherelle en  huile de voiture

Le debenture en camisole au bibliotheque

Le spamme avec un side de fries

Le poisson du votre frere Roul

Le roni du zoo en la Ware de la Tupper

Prix pour la wholle ball de waxe… 156.ooo. Euros

Dupa ce ai vazut menu-l , ti-amintesti ca ai pastrat punguta cu alune din avion  si te  indrepti spre marile atractii ale Parisului .

Turnul Eiffel : punct culminant si controversat in acelasi timp. Ridicat in 1889 , Alexandre Gustav Eiffel l-a revandut pe post de apartament . Cumparatorii  turistii carcotasi   au zis: *unde naiba sunt peretii, cum   se merge la  baie*  Problema  , deci  ….

Arc de Triomphe: un monument ridicat in cinstea bravilor barbati si femei  turisti  ce au murit.  incercand sa-l viziteze   Recomand atentie, caci este in mijlocul * Pietei traficului din toate directiile care  vine cu 80 km/h*… ramane sigur sa vizitezi insa ….

Louvre

museu de arta vestit , pe care il identifici rapid  dupa aglomeratia de turisti americani  incaltati in sneakers    ce vrea sa o vada pe *MonaLisa* care de  fapt a fost furata in 1978 , dar aglomeratia e asa de mare ca nimeni nu baga de seama lipsa acelei picturi faimoase de marimea unui timbru,  prosopul meu de bucatari o are in marime naturala   si au impresia ca au vazut-o.

Mai sunt  de vazut   statui cu bucati lipsa  pe care turistii sunt incurajati sa le peticeasca!

Acum este un mod  fin   de inceput o conversatie  : *dragilor, cred ca bucatile lipsa  le mosteniti din razboi*

iar ei vor insista sa pronunti *Rouen*…si scap de sterotipurile ale cu….. aroganta….

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tacerea semnelor

Imi place dintre semeni treptat sa ma retrag , in infinitul singur , sa tac si iar sa tac  . Sa stiu un loc de umbra si trepied si trepte in care doar cei mici mai pot sa  ma astepte .  Doua minuni s-anunta pe gunguri reci , pe dale , si doar sosirea mea ghicita din zgomot de sandale , o face sa tresare. Sunt musa formulata in scriituri secrete ; inconjur sanctuarul  si-l prind mereu in semne  . Iar din pleiada arsa launtric de mistere , l-aleg  pe  cel mai vrednic , si ii pretind……. tacere….

Cei mici isi descifreaza ….. tacerea din mistere……

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