It’s important to remember that Memorial Day is a day set aside to honor American men and women who died while serving our country.
With compassion, we remember those who have given their lives in defense of our country. We will never forget you. We will always honor you and your sacrifice.
Taps
Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar drawing nigh,
Falls the night. Continue reading
Here’s a look at some of the political news that caught my attention recently. Of course, I offer my commentary…
Public Service Commission:
Last week I wrote about the feud on the Public Service Commission (PSC). Some more commentary has popped up, this time from former PSC commissioner and Chairman Greg Jergeson (a Democrat). It is pretty good and you can read it HERE.
Jergeson writes the following about current commissioners Brad Molnar and Bill Gallagher (Republicans):
Brad Molnar has long had a reputation for a shoot-from-the-hip style when it comes to the PSC. He doesn’t do his reading, ignores advice of the PSC’s professional staff, and disregards evidence presented at hearings before the commission. It’s a shame that Bill Gallagher appears to be have allied himself with Molnar’s political antics.
In regards to Republican Commissioner Travis Kavulla, Jergeson writes:
I am more and more impressed with Kavulla’s work ethic and determination to ferret out the facts. He has rapidly established a reputation for decisiveness, integrity and thoughtfulness. Continue reading
It’s important to remember that Memorial Day is a day set aside to honor American men and women who died while serving our country.
With compassion, we remember those who have given their lives in defense of our country. We will never forget you. We will always honor you and your sacrifice.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
(John McCrae, 1915)
