stephanie
01-14-2007, 06:13 AM
Poem from fallen soldier honors the brave
Monday, October 9, 2006
By JAN H. KENNEDY
PLEDGING ALLEGIANCE Three members of Blue Star Mothers of America (left to right) Kris Dervin of North Canton, Rebecca Leatherwood of Canton and Jayne White of Hartville, take part in a memorial service Sunday dedicating a monument honoring all veterans at Westbrook Veterans Memorial Park.
EULOGY OF THE COMMON SOLDIER
All mortal beings, which God brought forth, die the same
Man is not exempt
All will inevitably end as the dust from whence we came
It matters not of age
Do not mourn me if I should fall in a foreign land
Think this of my passing
In a far-off field a finer soil mixed with the foreign sand
A dust that is American
A dust that laughed, cried, and loved as an American
On this plot there shall be
A little piece of America, a patch for the free man
Which no oppressor can take
From this soil grows grass shimmering a little greener
Brilliant emerald ramparts
A Breeze whisping White Poppies with scent a little sweeter
Flowers towards heaven
Mourn not my terrible death but celebrate my cause in life
Viewed noble or not
I would have sacrificed and gave all that I had to give
Not to make man good
But only to let the good man live.
— Aaron Seesan
http://www.cantonrep.com/index.php?ID=312361&Category=9
Monday, October 9, 2006
By JAN H. KENNEDY
PLEDGING ALLEGIANCE Three members of Blue Star Mothers of America (left to right) Kris Dervin of North Canton, Rebecca Leatherwood of Canton and Jayne White of Hartville, take part in a memorial service Sunday dedicating a monument honoring all veterans at Westbrook Veterans Memorial Park.
EULOGY OF THE COMMON SOLDIER
All mortal beings, which God brought forth, die the same
Man is not exempt
All will inevitably end as the dust from whence we came
It matters not of age
Do not mourn me if I should fall in a foreign land
Think this of my passing
In a far-off field a finer soil mixed with the foreign sand
A dust that is American
A dust that laughed, cried, and loved as an American
On this plot there shall be
A little piece of America, a patch for the free man
Which no oppressor can take
From this soil grows grass shimmering a little greener
Brilliant emerald ramparts
A Breeze whisping White Poppies with scent a little sweeter
Flowers towards heaven
Mourn not my terrible death but celebrate my cause in life
Viewed noble or not
I would have sacrificed and gave all that I had to give
Not to make man good
But only to let the good man live.
— Aaron Seesan
http://www.cantonrep.com/index.php?ID=312361&Category=9