“Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid/
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;/
Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,/
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre./
…….
Full many a gem of purest ray serene/
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:/
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,/
And waste its sweetness on the desert air./
…….
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,/
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,/
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,/
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country’s blood.”

I remember a quote I heard long ago in a High School english class: “It is not enough for a man to be great, the time and the man must conjoin.” That may not be exactly the correct wording, and I have no idea who said it now, but that is the idea.

It started a spirited debate about greatness: do truly great people always become a part of history, remembered forever because of their amazing actions? Or are there some great people who just get dealt a bit of really bad luck, and slip into obscurity?

You never really know, this man here could have been who-knows-what if it wasn’t for a vibrating propeller.

And their have been hundreds of thousand like him, who’ve lost their lives in the American military. It is a good day to remember them.

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teece