F firestone New Member Mar 2, 2003 391 0 0 West www.redmonsoon.com Jul 12, 2006 #1 No words.. http://www.pulitzer.org/year/2006/feature-photography/works/index.html
W wildstallion Senior Member Dec 20, 2005 2,836 0 0 Clementi, Singapore www.elliotwestacott.com Jul 12, 2006 #2 Very Powerful
I Isaiahfortythirtyone Senior Member Jul 17, 2005 2,504 0 0 39 Clementi Jul 12, 2006 #4 :thumbsup: fully deserving
A AhV Senior Member Jun 10, 2004 2,140 1 36 Northland Jul 12, 2006 #6 now..this is wat I call PJ style :thumbsup: ...even some parts of the wordings are moving :cry: but hey that's what photography is all about ..capturing life's precious moments ...even parting ones
now..this is wat I call PJ style :thumbsup: ...even some parts of the wordings are moving :cry: but hey that's what photography is all about ..capturing life's precious moments ...even parting ones
zaxh81 Senior Member Jan 29, 2003 4,338 0 36 Earth Jul 12, 2006 #7 when you think you have seen the best.
D dkw New Member Dec 10, 2003 1,051 0 0 CCK Visit site Jul 12, 2006 #8 FREEDOM IS NOT FREE I watched the flag pass by one day. It fluttered in the breeze A young Marine saluted it, and then He stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought, how many men like him Had fallen through the years? How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many Pilots' planes shot down? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, Freedom is not free. I heard the sound of taps one night, When everything was still. I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That taps had meant "Amen" When a flag had draped a coffin of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard at the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, Freedom isn't free!! -Kelly Strong, 1981
FREEDOM IS NOT FREE I watched the flag pass by one day. It fluttered in the breeze A young Marine saluted it, and then He stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought, how many men like him Had fallen through the years? How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many Pilots' planes shot down? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, Freedom is not free. I heard the sound of taps one night, When everything was still. I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That taps had meant "Amen" When a flag had draped a coffin of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard at the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, Freedom isn't free!! -Kelly Strong, 1981