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.