The high spring flow of the Truckee River during a morning walk on Saturday, May 27, 2023, brought the first words of this poem to mind, and carried me to the realization, yet again, that as we honor the millions who have fallen in service to maintaining the American ideals of freedom, liberty and, most of all, justice, we still fall short of those ideals. No peace for one until there is peace for all.
Thank you for indulging me.
Yeah, most in our society is "grasping for anything," if I read this right, that justifies conflicts, in which the US was either "pulled into," or started for reasons sound and/or dubious . . . and thus profitable for many. Don't know precisely how we can stay out of all jingoistic-driven conflicts. But if opposing voices prevent 40 percent, we'd be shooting way better than the Celtics from three.
Thanks, Vic. So true, so sad. Your words lead me down roads where I just don't want to go ...