On D-Day our thoughts are on Normandy's shores where thousands gave all bringing freedom ashore. Video Honoring D-Day Sacrifices and Heroism
To those who in peace rest on Normandy's banks and also to those who survived, we owe thanks. So little they ask for so much that they give so we may in freedom continue to live, that more than a "thank you" to them we must give. (more...)
Remembering D-Day, the Sixth of June,
1944: On D-Day our thoughts are on Normandy's shores where thousands gave all
bringing freedom ashore. To those who in peace
rest on Normandy's banks and also to those who survived, we owe thanks. So little they ask for so much that they give so we may in freedom
continue to live, that more than a "thank you"
to them we must give. The "more" they would want is not "something" to give:
It's what's given best by our lives when we live in ways to be worthy
of all they did give. The "everyman" Private named "Ryan" perceived this insight returning
to Normandy's beach. by posing a question
whose asking does teach
the answer to what do we owe the deceased? Asked Ryan "Please tell me
the life I did weave has honored the gift that from them I received."
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On D-Day our thoughts
are on Normandy's shores
where thousands gave all bringing freedom ashore.
To those who in peace
rest on Normandy's banks
and also to those who survived, we owe thanks.
So little they ask for
so much that they give
so we may in freedom continue to live,
that more than a "thank you"
to them we must give.
The "more" they would want is not "something" to give:
It's what's given best
by our lives when we live
in ways to be worthy of all they did give.
The "everyman" Private
named "Ryan" perceived
this insight returning to Normandy's beach.
by posing a question
whose asking does teach
the answer to what do we owe the deceased?
Asked Ryan "Please tell me
the life I did weave
has honored the gift that from them I received."
Jim is a proud descendant of 18th Century criminal exiles from England who swam to the Outer Banks when the British ship taking them to a Georgia penal colony sank in a storm near Cape Hatteras. Having the prescience to prevent their descendants from becoming "TarHeels," they immediately migrated to Virginia, where, within just a few generations they worked their way up into poverty. Jim's grandfather was the first in the family tree to see the distant horizons, but his career was cut short by severe injuries he sustained when a cousin cut down the tree.
After a brief stint in the Amry (ours) following graduation from law school, he began his legal career in the state bureaucracy but was never able to break into the federal bureaucracy. Several years later, he entered the private practice of law and co-founded a small law publishing company. Later, finding the publishing of small laws unstimulating and finding his private practice too private to be lucrative, he began writing political satire/commentary. His greatest vice is taking himself too seriously.
Although he regularly teaches Continuing Legal Education courses to lawyers, he's too-often available through he Rubber Chicken Speakers Bureau to speak on politics, satire, etc., at luncheons, dinners, root canals, funerals, etc. His speaking fees are so outrageously high they border on criminal price-gouging, but as a free-market advocate, he defends his fees on the higher moral ground of charging whatever the traffic will bear. For more information (surely more than one would want or need), go to www.PoliSat.Com.