Here's a poem John McAuliffe, 87th Inf Div, sent me. Thanks sir!
MEMORIAL DAY
The bugle echos shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings today.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
Of men at-arms who come to pray.
The roses bloom white and red
On Tombs where weary soldiers lie;
Flags wave round the honored dead
And martial music cleaves the sky.
Above these wreath - strewn graves we kneel,
They kept the faith and fought the fight.
Through flying lead and crimson steel,
They plunged for freedom and the right.
May we, their grateful children, learn
Their strength, who lie beneath this sod,
Who went through fire and death to earn
At last the accolade of God.
In shining rank on rank arrayed
They march, the legions of the Lord;
He is their Captain unafraid,
The Prince of Peace...who brought a sword.
Joyce Kilmer: 165th Reg't; 69th Division
Poet/Soldier: KIA July 30, 1918 WWI
Proud Daughter of Walter (Monday) Poniedzialek
540th Engineer Combat Regiment, 2833rd Bn, H&S Co, 4th Platoon
There's "No Bridge Too Far"