John Adams
I am a warrior, that my son may be a merchant--and his son may be a poet.
For all the warriors out there from the 18th century to our own, thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so that we may be merchants and poets and doctors and teachers. Fight the good fight, and come home.
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3 Comments:
Amen.
Hope your brother can come home soon, too.
Raising a glass to being poets and doctors. Hope your loved ones come home safe and sound (and soon.)
Have a good weekend!
Love it. Love you.
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