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The Power Five => Big Ten => Topic started by: MrNubbz on May 25, 2020, 06:53:20 AM
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To the men and women of our military who have as Abraham Lincoln so eloquently put it "gave the last full measure of devotion" - Thank You and Godspeed
"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived."
– George S. Patton
"I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."
– Nathan Hale
"America without her soliders would be like God without His angels.”
– Claudia Pemberton
“The willingness of America’s veterans to sacrifice for our country has earned them our lasting gratitude.”
– Jeff Miller
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well said
Thank you!
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Everybody may have seen this from Memorial Day 2007.
(https://cdn1.i-scmp.com/sites/default/files/styles/1920x1080/public/2014/07/07/us-iraq-section_60_nyg27_3855643.jpg?itok=AQtRI07H)
The young woman was Mary McHugh. Her fiance, James Regan, after multiple deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan, had been killed by a roadside bomb earlier that year.
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Everybody may have seen this from Memorial Day 2007.
(https://cdn1.i-scmp.com/sites/default/files/styles/1920x1080/public/2014/07/07/us-iraq-section_60_nyg27_3855643.jpg?itok=AQtRI07H)
The young woman was Mary McHugh. Her fiance, James Regan, after multiple deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan, had been killed by a roadside bomb earlier that year.
That is a powerful, powerful image.
There's an interesting discussion to take place about capturing moments like that. Is it intrusive? Is it important?
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http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/jjregan.htm (http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/jjregan.htm)
Section 60 Site 8535. Some more information about Reagan above.
My son is just down from there by that small holly tree in the background upper right in the photo, Site 8205.
I have no idea why that holly tree is there.
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That is a powerful, powerful image.
There's an interesting discussion to take place about capturing moments like that. Is it intrusive? Is it important?
The photographer is a guy named John Moore who has been all over the place photographing combat.
The story is here in The Guardian (https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2015/jul/09/john-moore-best-photograph-grieving-woman-arlington-cemetery-washington-dc-memorial-day).
IMO, in that account, he doesn't resolve whether or not it was proper for him to take that picture.
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http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/jjregan.htm (http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/jjregan.htm)
Section 60 Site 8535. Some more information about Reagan above.
My son is just down from there by that small holly tree in the background upper right in the photo, Site 8205.
I have no idea why that holly tree is there.
Here's an extract from that link:
NEW YORK Getty Images photographer John Moore discussed his memorable picture of a grieving Iraq War fiancee in a blog post yesterday.
The photo -- widely published in newspapers -- showed a distraught Mary McHugh lying on her stomach in front of the grave of her late fiance, James Regan, who was killed in Iraq this February by a roadside bomb. The picture was taken at Arlington National Cemetery during Memorial Day weekend.
"She sat in front of the grave..., talking to the stone," wrote Moore, who has been a photojournalist in Iraq and Afghanistan during the past five years. "She spoke in broken sentences between sobs, gesturing with her hands, sometimes pausing as if she was trying to explain, with so much left needed to say. ...
"Clearly, she had not only loved him but truly admired him. When he graduated from Duke, he decided to enlist in the Army to serve his country. He chose not to be an officer, though he could have been, because he didn't want to risk a desk job. Instead, he became an Army Ranger and was sent twice to Aghanistan and Iraq -- an incredible four deployments in just three years."
Moore concluded: "Some people feel the photo I took at the moment was too intimate, too personal. Like many who have seen the picture, I felt overwhelmed by her grief, and moved by the love she felt for her fallen sweetheart.
"After so much time covering these wars, I have some difficult memories and have seen some of the worst a person can see -- so much hatred and rage, so much despair and sadness. All that destruction, so much killing. And now, one beautiful and terribly sad spring afternoon amongst the rows and rows of marble stones -- a young woman's lost love.
"I felt I owed the Arlington National Cemetery a little time -- and I think I still do. Maybe we all do."
What an admirable young man he was.
Is the holly tree the Christmas-tree-ish one about 10 yards or so to the right of the grieving fiancee?
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Yes, that is the holly tree, it is directly in front of my son's marker.
Ironically, I lived on York Lane when I first moved to Cincinnati.
He would be 34 today.
I had a dream he was talking to me a few nights ago, it messed me up.
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The photographer is a guy named John Moore who has been all over the place photographing combat.
The story is here in The Guardian (https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2015/jul/09/john-moore-best-photograph-grieving-woman-arlington-cemetery-washington-dc-memorial-day).
IMO, in that account, he doesn't resolve whether or not it was proper for him to take that picture.
It's a tricky question.
I usually trend toward taking a photo (provided the right lens allows you to not disturb), then considering if its proper to run it. I suppose each part has different risks.
There's a line I thought was interesting from a great story in Esquire, where it explains the experience of photographer pictures of Bobby Kennedy's death.
"The photographer is no stranger to history; he knows it is something that happens later. In the actual moment history is made, it is usually made in terror and confusion, and so it is up to people like him—paid witnesses—to have the presence of mind to attend to its manufacture. The photographer has that presence of mind and has had it since he was a young man. When he was twenty-one years old, he was standing right behind Bobby Kennedy when Bobby Kennedy was shot in the head. His jacket was spattered with Kennedy's blood, but he jumped on a table and shot pictures of Kennedy's open and ebbing eyes, and then of Ethel Kennedy crouching over her husband and begging photographers—begging him—not to take pictures.
Richard Drew has never done that. Although he has preserved the jacket patterned with Kennedy's blood, he has never not taken a picture, never averted his eye. He works for the Associated Press. He is a journalist. It is not up to him to reject the images that fill his frame, because one never knows when history is made until one makes it."
In the case of the Arlington photo, I often wonder about names. Is it better to have one because the memory of the person lost burns stronger? Is it worse, because the person in it becomes an object of interest? All somewhat unanswerable.
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Yes, that is the holly tree, it is directly in front of my son's marker.
Ironically, I lived on York Lane when I first moved to Cincinnati.
He would be 34 today.
I had a dream he was talking to me a few nights ago, it messed me up.
Gosh, I'm so sorry.
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Again and as always CD, sincere condolences for your loss. I can't even imagine.
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Yes, that is the holly tree, it is directly in front of my son's marker.
Ironically, I lived on York Lane when I first moved to Cincinnati.
He would be 34 today.
I had a dream he was talking to me a few nights ago, it messed me up.
My dad would be 86, but he was killed in a midair collision flying an F-100 at age 28.
All the might-have-beens . . . .
For the Fallen
BY LAURENCE BINYON (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/laurence-binyon)
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.