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President Reagan's 1986 Memorial Day Speech at Arlington National Cemetery
Today is the day we put aside to remember fallen heroes and to pray
that no heroes will ever have to die for us again. It’s a day of thanks
for the valor of others, a day to remember the splendor of America and
those of her children who rest in this cemetery and others. It’s a day
to be with the family and remember.
I was thinking this morning that across the country children and
their parents will be going to the town parade and the young ones will
sit on the sidewalks and wave their flags as the band goes by. Later,
maybe, they’ll have a cookout or a day at the beach. And that’s good,
because today is a day to be with the family and to remember.
Arlington, this place of so many memories, is a fitting place for
some remembering. So many wonderful men and women rest here, men and
women who led colorful, vivid, and passionate lives. There are the
greats of the military: Bull Halsey and the Admirals Leahy, father and
son; Black Jack Pershing; and the GI’s general, Omar Bradley. Great men
all, military men. But there are others here known for other things.
Here in Arlington rests a sharecropper’s son who became a hero to a
lonely people. Joe Louis came from nowhere, but he knew how to fight.
And he galvanized a nation in the days after Pearl Harbor when he put on
the uniform of his country and said, "I know we’ll win because we’re on
God’s side.” Audie Murphy is here, Audie Murphy of the wild, wild
courage. For what else would you call it when a man bounds to the top of
a disabled tank, stops an enemy advance, saves lives, and rallies his
men, and all of it single-handedly. When he radioed for artillery
support and was asked how close the enemy was to his position, he said,
"Wait a minute and I’ll let you speak to them.”
Michael Smith is here, and Dick Scobee, both of the space shuttle
Challenger. Their courage wasn’t wild, but thoughtful, the mature and
measured courage of career professionals who took prudent risks for
great reward—in their case, to advance the sum total of knowledge in the
world. They’re only the latest to rest here; they join other great
explorers with names like Grissom and Chaffee.
Oliver Wendell Holmes is here, the great jurist and fighter for the
right. A poet searching for an image of true majesty could not rest
until he seized on "Holmes dissenting in a sordid age.” Young Holmes
served in the Civil War. He might have been thinking of the crosses and
stars of Arlington when he wrote: "At the grave of a hero we end, not
with sorrow at the inevitable loss, but with the contagion of his
courage; and with a kind of desperate joy we go back to the fight.”
All of these men were different, but they shared this in common: They
loved America very much. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for her.
And they loved with the sureness of the young. It’s hard not to think of
the young in a place like this, for it’s the young who do the fighting
and dying when a peace fails and a war begins. Not far from here is the
statue of the three servicemen—the three fighting boys of Vietnam. It,
too, has majesty and more. Perhaps you’ve seen it—three rough boys
walking together, looking ahead with a steady gaze. There’s something
wounded about them, a kind of resigned toughness. But there’s an
unexpected tenderness, too. At first you don’t really notice, but then
you see it. The three are touching each other, as if they’re supporting
each other, helping each other on.
I know that many veterans of Vietnam will gather today, some of them
perhaps by the wall. And they’re still helping each other on. They were
quite a group, the boys of Vietnam—boys who fought a terrible and
vicious war without enough support from home, boys who were dodging
bullets while we debated the efficacy of the battle. It was often our
poor who fought in that war; it was the unpampered boys of the working
class who picked up the rifles and went on the march. They learned not
to rely on us; they learned to rely on each other. And they were special
in another way: They chose to be faithful. They chose to reject the
fashionable skepticism of their time. They chose to believe and answer
the call of duty. They had the wild, wild courage of youth. They seized
certainty from the heart of an ambivalent age; they stood for something.
And we owe them something, those boys. We owe them first a promise:
That just as they did not forget their missing comrades, neither, ever,
will we. And there are other promises. We must always remember that
peace is a fragile thing that needs constant vigilance. We owe them a
promise to look at the world with a steady gaze and, perhaps, a resigned
toughness, knowing that we have adversaries in the world and challenges
and the only way to meet them and maintain the peace is by staying
That, of course, is the lesson of this century, a lesson learned in
the Sudetenland, in Poland, in Hungary, in Czechoslovakia, in Cambodia.
If we really care about peace, we must stay strong. If we really care
about peace, we must, through our strength, demonstrate our
unwillingness to accept an ending of the peace. We must be strong enough
to create peace where it does not exist and strong enough to protect it
where it does. That’s the lesson of this century and, I think, of this
day. And that’s all I wanted to say. The rest of my contribution is to
leave this great place to its peace, a peace it has earned.
Thank all of you, and God bless you, and have a day full of memories.
So I just read an interesting article about the Witcher 3: Wild Hunt being developed by CD Projekt Red and how it will be using the Umbra3 middleware to optimize critical parts of a game such as rendering and provide tools to help with content streaming and game logic. I won't bore you with all the details and to be completely honest I didn't understand half of it; but I did understand this part.
The Witcher 3 needs Umbra3 because its going to be fucking huge.
The original concept was not sized to fit with the Hornet model. Since the Idris would need to carry multiple Hornets (in both Squadron 42 and the persistent universe) they needed to expand the flight deck. Other additions, necessary as we learned exactly how a capital ship would function, necessitated more inside: a tender to support repair operations, medical facilities for the FPS segment and so on. The Idris needed to get bigger and better!
In the end, the ship was a full hundred meters longer and a much more imposing threat than the patrol corvette we originally imagined. As such, we have made the decision to reclassify the ship. The Idris is now a frigate, and existing fiction will be updated to reflect this change wherever possible. We are not removing Idrises from anyone’s inventories; everyone who owned an Idris corvette yesterday owns an Idris frigate today. I’m hoping existing backers will be happy: you’re ending up with twice the ship you pledged for!
As the war between the Empire and the Republic rages, the
galaxy’s greatest heroes have expanded their influence by
acquiring STRONGHOLDS, customizable bastions of personal luxury. In a bid
for power, these heroes must also join together to launch their own GUILD FLAGSHIPS.
Just in time for this weekend's playtest a new batch of updates have been added to the gameplay experience. I will have to say that while I may not be the hugest fan of the game the fact that the TESO dev's are actually using this beta time for what it's intended to be, instead of an extended press demonstration is refreshing to see.