Happy Memorial Day
May we remember the true meaning of today.
For today and all the days that came before, a service member laid their life down for your freedom, and today we honor those who did so.
The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak
by Archibald MacLeish
Nevertheless they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts.
They say, We were young. We have died. Remember us.
They say, We have done what we could but until it is finished it is not done.
They say, We have given our lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.
They say, Our deaths are not ours: they are yours: they will mean what you make them.
They say, Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say: it is you who must say this.
They say, We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died. Remember us.
In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
“The Soldier’s Farewell”
— Unknown
A soldier’s farewell, a final bow,
Their duty done, they rest now.
Through war’s dark storm, they held the line,
For freedom’s hope, a sacred sign.
Now in peace, their spirit flies,
A hero’s light in heaven’s skies..
