Look. Some soldiers marching home. They carry dignity and pride and commitment with them, and some shared bond we cannot fathom. It's not the particulars of what each has done nor in what country that I see but the nobility of that commitment, dignity, and pride, and that shared bond. They would kill for each other, they would die for each other. They, the finest that we can produce, stand apart from the rest of us.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
030.366 - 2016 project and inspiration
every day in 2016, write a sentence or a paragraph or a poem that inspires or appreciates
Look. Some soldiers marching home. They carry dignity and pride and commitment with them, and some shared bond we cannot fathom. It's not the particulars of what each has done nor in what country that I see but the nobility of that commitment, dignity, and pride, and that shared bond. They would kill for each other, they would die for each other. They, the finest that we can produce, stand apart from the rest of us.
Look. Some soldiers marching home. They carry dignity and pride and commitment with them, and some shared bond we cannot fathom. It's not the particulars of what each has done nor in what country that I see but the nobility of that commitment, dignity, and pride, and that shared bond. They would kill for each other, they would die for each other. They, the finest that we can produce, stand apart from the rest of us.
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