Dear Editor,
Readers of The Eagle, with Memorial Day near upon us, we
have thoughts of the past as well as the present. We may follow the brick path
of freedom.
In Newington, Connecticut there lies a path undaunted by
the sands of time. Each name inscribed is each sublime. A mother’s son, a
brother dear indelibly marked with blood and tears. But as each step we softly
put, we raise our eyes and there behold our flag doth wave as days of old.
There’s Jimmy Berk, and Billy Finch and Tiny Tim, who
gave their most, on Iwo Jima’s volcanic coast. We close our eyes in silent
prayer:
But in our breast there is no rest, they gave their most
– “Which was the best” lest we forget.
Ex “Grunt”
Fred Collins
Westbrook
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