(Belated) Veterans’ Day Post

It’s a day late, but I thought a tribute to the veterans of our wars was in order.  Especially for my grandfather, a boatswain’s mate on a destoryer during WWII.

Flanders’ Fields

 

“In Flanders Fields”

by John McCrae, May 1915

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.
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.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Mourning Athena 

The Odyssey Bk. XXIV:

We of the Old Army,
we who were spearmen, heaped a tomb for these
upon a foreland over Hellê’s waters,
to be a mark against the sky for voyagers
in this generation and those to come…
…You perished, but your name will never die.
It lives to keep all men in mind of honor
forever, great Akhilles.
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~ by Alypius on November 12, 2007.

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