REFLECTIONS © 2011

The past is history, but it is also emotion,

In remembering with joy, in crying with sadness,

And in every memory kept,

There is a deep echo of our defenseless soul.

In deciding, that despite the loss,

Which sometimes makes us feel defeated,

We are still the stem that stands firm,

Even when the winds are adverse and painful.

We are the strength that, in the name of glory,

Refuses to fall, denies the end,

For each defeat is a part of victory,

And in every scar, the future begins to emerge.

The past shapes us, but does not define us,

We are more than the shadows of yesteryear,

We carry the banner of the present,

And, in the name of glory, we march now.

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