They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.
There were big geysers coming up where the shells were landing and there were bodies floating, face down, face up.
Anyone who does anything to help a child in his life is a hero to me.
Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.
Memorial Day, the reason for it, fewer and fewer people know. It's just the first real weekend of summer, three-day weekend and so forth, barbecues, what have you. That's why I think education is important. I'm really glad my dad drilled into me these things that he had lived through and it helped me relate to him better and understand the things he thought were important and why he was raising me the way he was.
I see in the FBI 302, which was put out on Memorial Day weekend in print about this big where you needed to use a magnifying glass to read it, but I read it twice, I saw something that really concerned me. It said Hillary Clinton can't remember her exit interview from the CIA because she had no memory for a period of time after she had a concussion. She was secretary of state when she had no memory. Now there's something really seriously wrong with it.
The highest patriotism is not a blind acceptance of official policy, but a love of one's country deep enough to call her to a higher plain.
So as you go into battle, remember your ancestors and remember your descendants.
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.
The average American is nothing if not patriotic.
If we love our country, we should also love our countrymen.
Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we lay, and violets o'er each unforgotten head.
Heroism is latent in every human soul - However humble or unknown, they (the veterans) have renounced what are accounted pleasures and cheerfully undertaken all the self-denials - privations, toils, dangers, sufferings, sicknesses, mutilations, life-long hurts and losses, death itself - for some great good, dimly seen but dearly held.
Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.
May Heaven be propitious, and smile on the cause of my country.
The Flag still floats unblotted with defeat! But ah the blood that keeps its ripples red, The starry lives that keep its field alight.
For the love of country they accepted death.
I dedicate my love and whole heart this Memorial Day to my Dad, a soldier, who like many others, suffers in silence with pride and honor.
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
