With Christmas now an bacchanal of conspicuous consumption whose first gluttonous promotional push has crept all the way to Thanksgiving Day (so the Charge of the Light Brigade takes on a meaning Lord Tennyson could have ne'er dreamed possible), a day like today, Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day, is almost pushed to the side.
Almost. But in light of the mortality rate of those who fought in our Second World War, not quite or at least not quite yet. The best way to remember the sacrifice of all those who gave so much for so many others is to never forget their selflessness and to work always for peace.
Tomorrow we can talk more about the latter, but today I'll offer the thoughts and words of those who cannot ever forget what they hoped they'd never have to remember.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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