Gregory Sampson blogs at Grumpy Old Teacher, and takes a moment to reflect on the events of last week in a post appropriate for Memorial Day..
poem written about 100 years ago in memory of the carnage of World War 1 by John McCrae. It is said that he scribbled his words on a paper and, not thinking much of it, discarded them. Others rescued the poignant work whose sentiment haunts us today.
It is Memorial Day weekend, when we take a holiday on Monday to remember those who sacrificed their lives in battle to preserve the freedom of our nation and ourselves.
Yet, Grumpy Old Teacher (GOT) hears these words afresh from those who grieve in Uvalde, Texas. Brave children singing who cannot be heard amid the guns below.
They are the dead.
Short days ago, they lived, they played, they loved and were loved.
Now they lie, their lives taken and their families shattered.
They will not sleep though bluebells grow in Texas.
Let us not break faith.
Let this be the moment of reckoning for those who love their guns more than children, who will not consider for a moment what every other nation on Earth has done.
Let’s grasp the torch and hold it high for the 19 children of Uvalde. We owe them that.
