Memorial Day
Memorial Day
I don't think this day should be only for Americans. I'm sure every country has their own, but this is ours. So to all:
I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel that half-masted flags were appropriate on Decoration Day. I have rather felt that the flag should be at the peak, because those whose dying we commemorate rejoiced in seeing it where their valor placed it. We honor them in a joyous, thankful, triumphant commemoration of what they did. — Benjamin Harrison (Former President of the United States)
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived. — General George S. Patton
For love of country they accepted death… — James A. Garfield (Former president of the United States)
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast,
And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With the tears a Land hath shed
Their graves should ever be green.
– Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism? — Henry Ward Beecher
We who are left how shall we look again
Happily on the sun or feel the rain
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
– Wilfred Wilson Gibson
I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel that half-masted flags were appropriate on Decoration Day. I have rather felt that the flag should be at the peak, because those whose dying we commemorate rejoiced in seeing it where their valor placed it. We honor them in a joyous, thankful, triumphant commemoration of what they did. — Benjamin Harrison (Former President of the United States)
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived. — General George S. Patton
For love of country they accepted death… — James A. Garfield (Former president of the United States)
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast,
And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With the tears a Land hath shed
Their graves should ever be green.
– Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism? — Henry Ward Beecher
We who are left how shall we look again
Happily on the sun or feel the rain
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
– Wilfred Wilson Gibson
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It is said that one is not truly dead until the last person who knew one has gone.....
So we who wait to see them all again
Will keep their faces near, and hide the pain
That lingers closest on the day they died
We hold them close, and say their names with pride.
The pawns that fall as sacrifice in chess
A game of strategy that matters less
Than one man's dream of destiny and hope
Which comes to naught ; we mourn them, and we cope.
So where is there for us to say goodbye ?
A place for family and friends to cry
To leave behind a flower and memory
Of who they were, and what they could have been.
from "A Black Marble Wall"
I miss my friend..................as Spirit does.
So we who wait to see them all again
Will keep their faces near, and hide the pain
That lingers closest on the day they died
We hold them close, and say their names with pride.
The pawns that fall as sacrifice in chess
A game of strategy that matters less
Than one man's dream of destiny and hope
Which comes to naught ; we mourn them, and we cope.
So where is there for us to say goodbye ?
A place for family and friends to cry
To leave behind a flower and memory
Of who they were, and what they could have been.
from "A Black Marble Wall"
I miss my friend..................as Spirit does.
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