God bless America.
Character Above All
So I've decided to Tumble (is that what people say?) I don't know I am new at this whole blog thing. And I don't know why I decided to blog. Am I worried that what I am saying is forever going to be forever out there in the ether known as the internet? Maybe, but I am quietly living under the assumption that only around 6 people will actually end up reading this thing. I just hope one of them isn't my mom. She will probly comment that I need to pick up my socks off the floor of my room.
So what am I going to write about? I am not quite sure yet. I am thinking that this will be a place for me to put the thoughts in my head that don't fit there anymore. I plan to touch on Life, (because it is always evolving changing), Food (because it is really important to me...I am one of those people who eat to live, not live to eat) Music, (because I listen to a big mix of random stuff...but in a Pandora and not in a hipster way) TV (because I will admit, finally, that I might watch a good bit of TV) and Family (because I am one of those Italians. Like I said, all of that, and anything else that might happen to pop into my head.
So to any and all, enjoy the day!
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In Honor of all those who have given the ultimate sacrifice defending this great country.
have a letter here, written a long time ago, to a Mrs. Bixby in Boston. So bear with me. “Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, Abraham Lincoln.”
Trust me Grandson, the war was in color.
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