I always dread Memorial Day. I don’t go to the lake and get drunk, or cook out in the back yard. I spend a lot of time dwelling on people I will never see again. People I shared meals with, huddled for warmth with, bitched about the rain with, got drunk with, cried with, missed our families with and perhaps most touching, made great big plans for the future with. I always feel some inexplicable guilt mixed in with that sorrow, because of those plans, some coming to fruition, others changed, mostly due to the mere fact I am here. I am alive. That is my burden and it is also my great honor. To tell those stories and remember those men. That is the true meaning of immortality, for as long as their names are remembered they will never truly die. So as you’re out in your revelry, take that one minute. Take that whole minute of your life and remember why we are all here, enjoying what we have and be thankful that men such as these lived.

” 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.”  – President Abraham Lincoln, November 1863

 

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Today we feature tracks from : Pink Floyd, Layne Staley and Mad Season, Dire Straits, Joe Strummer and The Rolling Stones