A few of my favorites to celebrate the day.
The Stars and Stripes Forever, performed by “The President’s Own” United States Marine Band. I have an indelible memory of their concert, many years ago now, just up the road in Washington, PA which the late Mr. Right and I attended together:
The Battle Hymn of the Republic, performed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the West Point Band:
And, for good measure, The Star-Spangled Banner, played by The Band of the Coldstream Guards on September 13, 2001, at Buckingham Palace for the Changing of the Guard ceremony and in solidarity with the country, once an enemy, that had just suffered a hitherto-unimaginable terrorist attack:
God Bless America.
Touching. It was a classy thing for the Queen to request that they played that.
Thanks, and yes it was. Her other well-known gesture, WRT September 11 came from the message she sent to the people of the United States, shortly after the event, when “Grief is the price we pay for love.” So true. Sometimes, if we can find a healthy way through it, we can be OK. Sometimes, if we can’t, we’re not.
“Grief is the price we pay for love.”