The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night
and when the clock counts.
They say: We were young. We have died.
Remember us.
They say: We have done what we could
but until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished
no one can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
they will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for
peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say,
it is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died; remember us.

~Archibald MacLeish

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This poem was read at the Massachusetts Military Heroes Fund event last Thursday. On Wednesday several hundred volunteers spent hours placing 20,000 flags on a gentle slope on Boston Common adjacent to the Soldiers and Sailors Monument. Each flag represents a serviceman or -woman from Massachusetts who died in the defense of our country from World War I onward, except for the current wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Boston Common, May 28 2011

143 Massachusetts residents have died in Iraq and Afghanistan since 9/11. Their flags were placed in the ceremony that took place on Thursday.

An individuals name and rank was read out loud, then a flag a placed in the ground.

Another individuals name and rank followed.  Then another, and another, and another, until all 143 names were read out loud.

Some of the name readers were the parents, siblings or friends of the deceased

“Staff Sergeant so-and-so, my son…”

“My brother, my hero, 1st Lieutenant so-and-so…”

“My son, Private First Class so-and-so…”

As heart-breaking as it was to hear those words spoken out loud, nothing compared to the words of Alma Hart.  Ms Harts son was the first Massachusetts soldier to be killed in action in Iraq.

She spoke of catching her husband pausing and lingering over family portraits and of doing the same herself.

“Each day I walk past photos of him and want to say hi. But I can’t. Because he’s dead.”

Enjoy Memorial Day but please, remember that today has a much deeper meaning for some people, and we owe them our deepest respect and gratitude.

May 292011
 

After my trip into Boston on Thursday I thought it would be fun to bring the family to Boston Common, we’ve never really spent much time around that area. We spent an hour or so wandering around before heading up to the North End for cannoli from Mike’s Pastry :-)

While still at the Common we walked by Frog Pond. In honor of the name, there are a pair of 3 ft tall bronze frog statues!

18-105mm lens at 52 mm, 1/400 sec at f/5.0, ISO 200

 

 

I took the dog for a walk late Friday night and couldn’t help but notice all of the stars in the sky.

So I tried to photograph it after I got back home!  The photo came out just okay, I need to read up techniques for photographing the night sky.  For starters next time I’ll get out the tripod and remote shutter release.  And less tree and more sky…

35mm prime lens, 3.0 sec at f/1.8, ISO 800

 

 

The event that this photo was taken at, organized by the Massachusetts Military Heroes Fund, was the inspiration for my Memorial Day post. Come back Monday for more details…

18-105mm lens at 105 mm, 1/250 sec at f/5.6, ISO 200

 

 

We’re very fortunate, from the day we moved into the neighborhood almost 4 years ago, DB has been buddies with E from next door.  Here they are just chilling out on the hammock in our yard and talking summer plans.

Oh to be 10 years old again…

18-105mm lens at 105 mm, 1/50 sec at f/5.6, ISO 800

 

 

We had rain every day for over a week (at least it seemed that way!) so this was a welcome sight on Tuesday!

[Yes, I missed taking a photo on Monday- I spent 13 hours at the office that day]

18-105mm lens at 45 mm, 1/320 sec at f/5.6, ISO 160

 

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May 272011
 

I think watching this 1 minute 48 second video is time well spent

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It’s been an insanely busy week, as my lack of blog posts will attest to. I’m looking forward to a relaxing evening at home, watching NHL playoffs and catching up with Project365 posts and some other random crap rattling around in my brain.

Happy Friday!!

 

Yesterday I had the pleasure of once again participating in The Run to Home Base event at Fenway Park. (If this sounds familiar, it should, here is my post about it last year, it also inspired an HNT.) This event is a joint effort of the Red Sox Foundation and Massachusetts General Hospital, they’ve created the Home Base Foundation which provides funding for research and treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder and traumatic brain injury. The start of the run is on Yawkey Way just outside the ballpark, the course crosses the Harvard Bridge and we run in Cambridge a little bit before return to the ballpark. The best part is that we re-enter the stadium through an entrance on Lansdowne St (which runs along the backside of the green monster in left field), enter the field through the garage door you can see in deep center field on TV broadcasts, then run along the warning track and finish right in front of the scoreboard.

About 30-40 feet past the finish line I stopped and took this photo with my iPhone. By the way, did you notice who’s at the top of the AL east standings? :-)

The run was 9K or 5.6 miles. I’ve barely been exercising much and I knew that it was going to a be a little bit of a struggle. I wasn’t concerned as much with my stamina as I was with how my joints and feet would feel.

What I didn’t count on was the inspiration I would get from some of the others runners.

Barely a mile into the run I came up to a man wearing a backpack (which didn’t look light either!) that had an tri-folded American flag attached to it. I moved alongside of him and asked who he was carrying it for. “I lost a buddy in Afghanistan last year, this is in his memory.” My creaky knees didn’t seem to matter much all of a sudden.

Further along the course, somewhere near MIT on Memorial Drive, I reached this young man, a Staff Sergeant from the 82nd Airborne Division at Ft Bragg, NC. How about that, running 5.6 miles in full uniform and carrying what looked like a pretty heavy load.  Seeing him, I had no excuse for slowing down as the miles added up!

In 2 years the Home Base Foundation has raised over $5 million dollars. While the focus is on military members (it is estimated that 1/3 of the 2 million+ men and women who have served in Iraq and Afghanistan suffer from PTSD to some degree), a number of events can trigger PTSD and the research this money is helping to fund will reach far beyond the military.

More than last year, I entered the event expecting to have fun and came home honored to have the opportunity to participate.

May 222011
 

At least I think this is supposed to be a coyote!

Around work we have a significant Canadian Goose problem. They’re shit-making machines, there was an article in the Boston Globe the other day about what a nuisance they are and it mentioned that a single goose produces 1 lb of crap every day.  For some reason it appears that sidewalks are they preferred dumping ground.

To combat them, there are a couple of these coyote statues around, the thinking is that the geese will see them and find somewhere else to land. Someone at work has a quicky sense of humor and put this eye-patch on one of the statues the other day.

18-105mm lens at 70 mm, 1/400 sec at f/5.3, ISO 200

 

 

Princess Persistent has shown an interest in her brothers old bike, she’s not quite strong enough to ride it by herself yet but she’s trying and is happy to coast down the driveway on it. She just turned 5 in March, in comparison DB got this bike for his 7th birthday and he didn’t learn to ride without training wheels until just before his 9th birthday. Her enthusiasm for riding warms my heart, I love to ride with my kids :-)

She’s our little daredevil!

105mm macro lens, 1/400 sec at f/2.8, ISO 400

 

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