The story of the Alamo has stayed w/me since childhood.
Went there the first time when I was in 6th grade on a field trip. Went there last week with a friend from Central America. That was his one request while he was here, to see the Alamo. The feeling's always the same. Awe, respect, reverence, sacred ground. Everytime I go it puts a lump in my throat to remember what these men did, and why.
The feeling's always the same. Awe, respect, reverence, sacred ground. Everytime I go it puts a lump in my throat to remember what these men did, and why.
That's about the age I was when my parents took us to SA and then on the Mission Trail down here. The thing that struck me was how very small the mission proper is.
But, you're right, one walks and talks softly in that hallowed place.
Went there the first time when I was in 6th grade on a field trip. Went there last week with a friend from Central America. That was his one request while he was here, to see the Alamo. The feeling's always the same. Awe, respect, reverence, sacred ground. Everytime I go it puts a lump in my throat to remember what these men did, and why.
It is sacred ground. The bravery of those Americans is among the great moments in our history. NOT ONE MAN CROSSED THE LINE, BUT INSTEAD CHOSE TO FIGHT SANTA ANA AND HIS GREASY BAND ON INTERLOPERS TO THEIR DEATH. May they rest in peace.