We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
Thanks for this - the October 25 connection with the Battle off Samar (until recently known as the Battle of Leyte Gulf) has loomed large in our family mythos since my father, Homer Smith, served on one of the "Baby Flattops" (CVE-76 - the USS Kadashan Bay) that miraculously survived the onslaught.
Although I'm something of a military history buff, I'd never put the 10/25 date together with Agincourt and Balaclava. Now I'm curious about the other 364 days...how many of them are equally loaded with honor, horror and deep, deep significance.