It has become my tradition to repost this poem each Memorial Day and Armistice Day. It was written in respect and in memory and honor of the men and women all over the world who gave their strong, whole bodies and their very lives for a cause of freedom that could and should be available to all. The paradox of war to bring about peace is one that will always puzzle and disturb me. Nevertheless, it is what it is. This is for the brave, who fought and fight valiantly for their cause. Remember, always remember, and give thanks.
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It has become my tradition to repost this poem each Memorial Day and Armistice Day. It was written in respect and in memory and honor of the men and women all over the world who gave their strong, whole bodies and their very lives for a cause of freedom that could and should be available to all. The paradox of war to bring about peace is one that will always puzzle and disturb me. Nevertheless, it is what it is. This is for the brave, who fought and fight valiantly for their cause. Remember, always remember, and give thanks.
The Lad With Two Good Eyes
© Paula Tohline Calhoun 2010
When I was a lad I had me two eyes, see –
And there weren’t nothin’ could ever surprise me.
Me Da took me huntin’ for deer and quail –
Hardly a time did my gun an’ me…
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Reflections From a Cloudy Mirror 
war for peace. Maybe we have it wrong, war to emd a fight, negotiation to find the peace afterwards.
Whichever, the bravery of those who go to fight is immense