Monday, May 25, 2009

Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that this nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow, this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.



Memorial Day always bring to my mind the loss of Don Lindeman. After serving in Vietnam he came back a different man. He and Teri stayed with Eva and me and it was obvious he was troubled. But we overlooked the signs of his internal struggles until he attempted suicide. We convinced him to enter the VA hospital for help but they failed him. He hanged himself while a patient at the West Los Angeles VA hospital in 1971. And I failed him. I shied away from looking for a way to help him with the demons that haunted him.

Four weeks ago, I stopped by Eric and Danah’s in San Juan Capistrano. I brought Danah her father’s Army uniform that had been hanging in my closet all these years.

1 comment:

  1. that must have been very hard for both of you. Thanks for writing about it. I've been rereading Cruel Paradise and just reread Grandma's story yesterday. I like the image of going back to try to figure out how to go on (like visiting the old city to figure out why it has such a strong pull on life today)That is a very strong image for me and reading your post also brings that up. What actions did we take that shape the way we interact today and tomorrow?

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