In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 31 30 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

Four years ago I wrote about my father’s death in a post called Finished with Engines.

Three years ago I wrote about my great Uncle Frank who gave his life in the service of our nation during WWII.  Killed just a couple of months before Germany’s surrender.  On Memorial Day I pay respects to a man I only know through my grandmother’s stories. Remembering Private First Class Frank D. Foltz.

The ghostly faces on the wall at the Korean War Memorial in Washington, DC.

Six years ago I marked Memorial Day with a post called A day to remember.  It included this verse that I’ve always found hauntingly appropriate as we remember our fallen heroes.

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

–Alfred Edward Housman

Thank you for your sacrifice.