Today is Memorial Day, and across the United States between the manic vacations, and shopping sprees, one can still find information on its origin and meaning.
Enjoy a safe holiday to our US readers, and here is one of my favorite poems to mark the day, lest we forget the sacrifices by those who have gone before us.
Grass – Carl Sandburg (1918)
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
~This is an open thread for your personal remembrances of those servicemen and women who gave their lives for their nation – and us. Please share your memories of who you remember and why.