National World War I Museum and Memorial
“These have dared bear the torches of sacrifice and service.
Their bodies return to dust but their work liveth evermore.
Let us strive on to do all which may achieve and cherish
a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.”
A Nation’s Strength
Walt Whitman
Not gold, but only man can make
A people great and strong;
Men who, for truth and honor’s sake,
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly —
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky
If your pictures aren’t good enough, you’re not close enough. – Robert Capa
Later on this Veterans Day will be Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s 37th Monochrome Madness. Thank Leanne for putting this week’s Monochrome Madness together while she’s on the road doing photo workshops. Do stop by Leanne’s blog and show your appreciation for everyone’s efforts.
“The Liberty Memorial, located in Kansas City, Missouri, USA, is a memorial to the soldiers who died in World War I and houses The National World War I Museum, as designated by the United States Congress in 2004. Groundbreaking commenced November 1, 1921, and the city held a site dedication. The memorial was completed and dedicated on November 11, 1926. On September 21, 2006, Secretary of the Interior Dirk Kempthorne declared Liberty Memorial a National Historic Landmark.” — Wikipedia
On Remberance/Sunday I visited the only official First World War museum in the U.S. A beautiful setting as the museum is located on a hill which also offers some excellent downtown skyline views from the top of the 217 foot tower. An honorable tribute to all those that have served. Tomorrow will be Veterans Day but remember always…
The Things That Make a Soldier Great
by Edgar Guest
The things that make a soldier great and send him out to die,
To face the flaming cannon’s mouth nor ever question why,
Are lilacs by a little porch, the row of tulips red,
The peonies and pansies, too, the old petunia bed,
The grass plot where his children play, the roses on the wall:
‘Tis these that make a soldier great.
He’s fighting for them all.
‘Tis not the pomp and pride of kings that make a soldier brave;
‘Tis not allegiance to the flag that over him may wave;
For soldiers never fight so well on land or on the foam
As when behind the cause they see the little place called home.
Endanger but that humble street whereon his children run,
You make a soldier of the man who never bore a gun.
What is it through the battle smoke the valiant soldier sees?
The little garden far away, the budding apple trees,
The little patch of ground back there, the children at their play,
Perhaps a tiny mound behind the simple church of gray.
The golden thread of courage isn’t linked to castle dome
But to the spot, where’er it be — the humblest spot called home.
And now the lilacs bud again and all is lovely there
And homesick soldiers far away know spring is in the air;
The tulips come to bloom again, the grass once more is green,
And every man can see the spot where all his joys have been.
He sees his children smile at him, he hears the bugle call,
And only death can stop him now — he’s fighting for them all.
Maverick Mist 