"101-year-old veteran pays visit to Museum of the Forgotten Warriors."
First, I didn't know that there was a Museum of the Forgotten Warriors, and the article doesn't do a very good job of explaining why they were forgotten. I had to go to the museum's website to discover that:
MISSION STATEMENT: The Museum of the Forgotten Warriors and Library Center is dedicated to all veterans. TO REMEMBER, RESPECT AND HONOR VETERANS.
Well, that is indeed a worthy mission.
I was tickled by this passage in the article:
As a doctor, he wasn't allowed to have a gun, so for training they issued him a club.
While on guard duty, he had to use the club instead of a gun and ask, "Who goes there?"
*I paraphrased this from a line from a famous poem. Points awarded for guessing the poem and poet.
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The poem was John Milton's "On His Blindness."
WHEN I consider how my light is spent
E're half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o're Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and waite.
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