He grew up before Him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no stately form or majesty to attract us, no beauty that we should desire Him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. Like one from whom men hide their faces, He was despised, and we esteemed Him not.

I stand with this Son of Man.

Lest we forget

The warrior who keeps his faith unto others and stands in good will towards man, shall never truly be respected by his fellow man.

The old man was right. We lost. We'll always lose.

I stand with those who fight and lose that others may not, this day and every day.

Do not forget; we keep the faith

I love each of you, my fellow anons. We do not do this for us; we do this for them.

God cherish and preserve each of you, always.

May your celebration of Independence Day be sweet, like a cool drink from a shaded, spritely brook of pure, clear water.