A Memorial Day Poem


Nantucket 101

I found the following poem online for all to read.

Also, please click this link to read a story about Belgium during WWII (Growing up in the Wake of World War II). I have traveled throughout Belgium, and to this day, Belgians are extremely thankful toward Americans as well as friendly. If you’re planning a summer trip to Europe, add Belgium to your list.


Here’s to those who paid the price

And stood atop the wall,

Who didn’t call it sacrifice,

But duty to a call.

Beyond our power to add, detract,

Or honor with parade, Or praise with words all copper-plaqued, In public squares displayed,

They held the line, they took the brunt Directed at our flank. From general to lowly grunt Now “hero” is their rank.

For some – unknown – the laurel wreaths Must rest on unnamed graves. For others still, their God bequeaths No slabs or architraves.

For other heroes, living hearts Still speak aloud their name. Their daughters, sons, and better-parts – To memories lay claim.

Some met the foe with angry eye; Some trembled at the fray; Some grieved for wife and family; Some paused to kneel and pray.

Yet, as their hour approached its mark And minutes became rare, All gazed into the dreaded dark, And stood – where we weren’t – there.

We praise with words their bravery, Their steadfast soldiers’ hands, That shielded us from slavery And wrack from foreign lands.

Now pause awhile, and think on them. Let recollection stir To memory, through this artless hymn, Of those and who they were.
Dean C. Broome, MD JD http://www.usmemorialday.org


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