In Memoriam

Doonesbury's list of everyone who has died since April 2005.

Fourth panel, about 1/2 way down is Francis Straub, Jr. Charlie's first karate teacher. Was a bit jarring to see it in print that way, even though I was looking for it.

I don't think there is anything I can say that other people haven't already said, and more articulately, but today my thoughts are with the people who don't come home from wars, who made, as the media is fond of saying, 'the ultimate sacrifice' on the altar of whatever it is they're supposed to be fighting for.

They did the job they didn't have to do, and they died for it. I hope they all find the peace they were supposedly fighting to preserve.

There was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet gleaming street;
The town was mad; a man was like a boy.
A thousand flags were flaming where the sky and city meet;
A thousand bells were thundering the joy.
There was music, mirth and sunshine; but some eyes shone with regret;
And while we stun with cheers our homing braves,
O God, in Thy great mercy, let us nevermore forget
The graves they left behind, the bitter graves. - Robert W. Service

In Memoriam

Doonesbury's list of everyone who has died since April 2005.

Fourth panel, about 1/2 way down is Francis Straub, Jr. Charlie's first karate teacher. Was a bit jarring to see it in print that way, even though I was looking for it.

I don't think there is anything I can say that other people haven't already said, and more articulately, but today my thoughts are with the people who don't come home from wars, who made, as the media is fond of saying, 'the ultimate sacrifice' on the altar of whatever it is they're supposed to be fighting for.

They did the job they didn't have to do, and they died for it. I hope they all find the peace they were supposedly fighting to preserve.

There was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet gleaming street;
The town was mad; a man was like a boy.
A thousand flags were flaming where the sky and city meet;
A thousand bells were thundering the joy.
There was music, mirth and sunshine; but some eyes shone with regret;
And while we stun with cheers our homing braves,
O God, in Thy great mercy, let us nevermore forget
The graves they left behind, the bitter graves. - Robert W. Service