[I] am but History's courier
To bind the conquering years;
A battle-ray, through ages gray
To light to deeds sublime,
And flash the lustre of this day
Down all the aisles of Time!— "Army Correspondent's Last Ride",[3] George Alfred Townsend, 1865. Excerpted on the National War Correspondents Memorial as "War Correspondent Ballad".[4]
Tyranny truly is a horror: an immense, endlessly bloody, endlessly painful, endlessly varied, endless crime against not humanity in the abstract but a lot of humans in the flesh. It is, as Orwell wrote, a jackboot forever stomping on a human face.
— "Who Would Choose Tyranny?", Michael Kelly, 2003.[5]
- ^ a b Honorifics for the dead in Judaism § Of blessed memory
- ^ Because of timezones and bureaucratic quirks, some sources say the 3rd, some the 4th; my family has always observed the 3rd, while this wiki says the 4th. Wikipedia, as is so often the case, is probably less wrong.
- ^ Townsend, George Alfred (1900) [1865-04-01]. "775. Army Correspondent's Last Ride". In Stedman, Edmund Clarence (ed.). An American Anthology, 1787-1900. p. 417. Retrieved 2022-03-13.
- ^ "Antietam Battlefield Monuments: War Correspondents Memorial Arch". National Park Service. Archived from the original on 2013-06-06. Retrieved 2022-03-13.
- ^ Kelly, Michael (2003-02-26). "Who Would Choose Tyranny?". The Washington Post. ISSN 0190-8286. Retrieved 2022-03-13.