As the crosses, row upon row of white
Glitter in the French twilight,
I struggle to think of words to say,
To help commemorate this day.
I gladly accepted the challenge gave,
To carefully tend each and every grave,
And tell their stories when they cannot
So their sacrifice never would be forgot.
But how to pass on such a tale,
As the Greatest Generation passes the veil?
What humble words could I ever write,
To give proper due to their tremendous fight?
Then the words of one old, grizzled vet
Gave me the best answer I’ve heard of yet.
So remember, when the twilights fall,
And whenever you hear the bugles call
“We all gave some, but some gave all.”
So poignant!
Thanks! One of the first pieces I ever wrote was a “double” – a poem and a brief prose piece about the differences in headstones in a civilian graveyard, but the seemingly endless row-upon-row of markers in a military one. If I ever find that notebook, I’ll post a few – with PLENTY of warning! (Hey, I was just out of college, and FAR too impressed with my own talent, or direct lack thereof. đŸ˜€ )
Well done … and all leading to a powerful last line.
I love that last statement – “All gave some, some gave all”. Both the wife and I have a T-shirt of it, with art of 4 Vietnam soldiers carrying a fifth on a litter. We’ve actually had Vietnam vets stop us and thank us – US – for remembering them!
Cheers to Team Erickson.