This was the pub where the Sons of Liberty met, we sat where they sat (they went there a lot, we were bound to set where they sat). This is where the patriots learned about the British plans to capture and destroy military supplies at Concord (at least by some accounts). It makes you think.
I wonder if we sat where some of them had their last meal? Now today it is Memorial day, and I want to remember. I want to remember those who lost their lives in service of our country. I want to remember the first to die. According to Wikipidia
" The eight colonists killed, the first to die in the Revolutionary War, were John Brown, Samuel Hadley, Caleb Harrington, Jonathon Harrington, Robert Munroe, Isaac Muzzey, Asahel Porter, and Jonas Parker. Jonathon Harrington, fatally wounded by a British musket ball, managed to crawl back to his home, and died on his own doorstep. One wounded man, Prince Estabrook, was a black slave who was serving in the militia."
I want to remember those who just died, icasualties.com reports that yesterday Sgt. 1st Class Brian Naseman, 36 of New Breman, Ohio, Sgt. Paul F. Brooks, 34, of Joplin, MO., First Lieutenant Leevi K. Barnard, 28, of Mount Airy, N.C. , and Major Jason E. George, 38, of Tehachapi, Calif. all died this week in Iraq.
And I want to remember all those who died in between. My father lived through WWII and Korea, he was one of a handful of soldiers in his unit of 2,000 in Korea that lived.
I have very little to say, I hate war. I don't think many of the people who have been in service feel otherwise. I spent 5 1/2 years in the US Army and am proud of my service but, my service pails in significance compared to these people. I hate war but I love my life and I am grateful for those who would put theirs on the line to protect mine.
I wish I had met each and every one of these people throughout the the years who laid down thier lives. I wish I could thank them myself. I don't want to forget.
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