05/25/2026
Friends, we lift our glasses not to ourselves, but to the ones who can’t.
To the son of Vermont, the daughter of this town, the neighbor who left Swanton’s fields and never made it home.
They traded porch lights for distant stars, and silence for the sound of duty.
We owe them more than a moment — we owe them the way we live.
So to the fallen:
May your names ride the wind off Lake Champlain.
May your courage echo in these Green Mountain hills.
And may we be worthy of the freedom you bought us.
To those we lost. To those we remember.
Spirits of Swanton says, we honor you.
Raise it high. Remember well.
