MEMORIAL DAY;......Lets give,.....Showing some Respect for our American Dead,...........A CHANCE !!
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.......To the good People of America, there is NO need to look for ($$),Discounts and Sales on a day that we shouldSTOP what we are doing, and Pay Respect to those who have paved the way for us to Live Free. Let us NOT continue to Commercialize or Barter our Dignity as Americans. I have spoken in the past, many times, of what wrongs we are doing to our own self-respect, and esteem, as Individuals, and as a Country, when we Disregard the sacrifices of others, that preserves our very existence!!........
What are the Limits of our Selfishness, when enriching ourselves, with sales, discounts, and parties, are the extent of our Respect for our Fellow American(s), on Memorial Day,.......a Day Heralded in both design and purpose, to Mourn our Dead.
Recognize and HONOR, those American(s), that can NO longer sit at your Table, or (next to you), in the chair(s), where we now "celebrate" with disregard and abandonment.
...........I have had the good fortune of seeing this Musical, "Les Miserable", twice on Broadway, and this song has always stayed in my Heart, as I reflect, for those who will Never again be with Family and Friends................There is a Grief, that can't be spoken, and we should all pause,........we should ALL Pause..........
Please open the link below for this chosen version, of "Empty Chairs & Empty Tables", and I Thank You...............(SHARE THIS)
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Words from Les Miserable
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more
Thomas Pastore / Vietnam Veteran / USMC ; An American member of,......"LES MISERABLE".....(SHARE THIS), with the remaining Americans left on this Parcel of North America.
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