Old Glory at half staff...

topic posted Sat, June 5, 2004 - 4:03 PM by  Unsubscribed
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...waving goodbye gracefully into the dusk air..bugles bellowing around the earth today when the setting of the sun graces her warmth in the final hour this evening will reflect and hightlight the remarkable life of one of the Greatest American Presidents who ever lived.

He formulated my being, my life, and my gentle spirit that I carry each and everyday, softly and elloquently spoken, he carried a big stick and meant what he said and said what he meant; wity and gentle, a father, a husband and a patriot indeed, he was and will always be my president and hero.

Grace that came with humility, his unwavering devotion to mankind, to his wife, his children and true to himself, all others will for many years to come will be overshadowed by his majesty.

I turn this evening.. turn to my flag proudly displayed in your honor today and snap to attention and salute you one last time...

In my thoughts today, my president, my mentor, and my hero, rest in peace, my dear man, may peace embrace you, for you brought an unwavering wanted peace to the world, remembering you today, tomorrow and forever, fret not that this tear that rolls down my cheek, is not in sadness, but in the joys you brought to my life. Rest in peace, and know that we continue to will fulfill your dreams of tearing down walls.

Semper Fidelis

1911-2004 President Ronald R. Reagan
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    Re: Old Glory at half staff...

    Wed, June 9, 2004 - 5:51 PM


    I voted for him four times and was in agreement with most of what he did.

    While his religion got a bit much for me, he was a really good, kind and caring person.

    He really did an awful lot for our state, for our nation and the world.

    I do credit his actions for one of the main reasons the USSR went kuput.

    I am so sorry for him, his wife and his loved ones for the ten years he suffered and due to that, I am glad it is over for him, and for them.
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    Re: Old Glory at half staff...

    Thu, June 17, 2004 - 10:28 PM

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    The following poem, written by an idealistic young seventeen year old, was published in the Dixonian High School yearbook in 1928:
         
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    Life

    I wonder what it's all about, and why
    We suffer so, when little things go wrong?
    We make our life a struggle,
    When life should be a song.

    Our troubles break and drench us,
    Like spray on the cleaving prow
    Of some trim Gloucester schooner.
    As it dips in a graceful bow.

    Our troubles break and drench us
    But like that cleaving prow,
    The wind will fan and dry us.
    And we'll watch some other bow.

    But why does sorrow drench us
    When our fellow passes on?
    He's just exchanged life's dreary dirge
    For an eternal life of song.

    What is the inborn human trait
    That frowns on a life of song?
    That makes us weep at the journey's end,
    When the journey was oft-times wrong?

    Weep when we reach the door
    That opens to let us in,
    And brings to us eternal peace
    As it closes again on sin.

    Millions have gone before us,
    And millions will come behind.
    So why do we curse and fight
    At a fate both wise and kind.

    We hang onto a jaded life
    A life full of sorrow and pain.
    A life that warps and breaks us,
    And we try to run though it again.

         
    Ronald Reagon

    quote from Reagon,
    In His Own Hand, p. 426
        
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    Carved in the curved wall that marks his final resting place are three lines from Reagan:

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    I know in my heart that man is good.

    That what is right will always eventually triumph.

    And there's purpose and worth to each and every life.

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