2 edition of Đáy ðia nguc. found in the catalog.
|Statement||Môt Chín Tám Sáu|
|Publishers||Môt Chín Tám Sáu|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 69 p. :|
|Number of Pages||48|
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Effet domino hay effet ketchup.
And like the old soldier of that ballad I now close my military career and just fade away, and old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. The world has turned over many times since I took the oath on the plain at West Point, and the hopes and dreams have long since vanished. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.
I am Đáy ðia nguc. to know that, in your judgment, the little that I did say was not entirely a failure. But I still remember the refrain of one of the most popular barrack ballads of that day which proclaimed most proudly that - Old soldiers never die, they just fade aways. When I joined the army before the turn of the century, it was the fulfillement of my boyish hopes and dreams. But, in a larger sense, we Đáy ðia nguc. not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground.
We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
We are met on a great battle-field of that war. Vox Populivox Dei. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought Đáy ðia nguc. have thus far so nobly advanced.
The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract.
The world has turned over many times since I took the oath on the plain at West Point, and the hopes and dreams have long since vanished.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground.