In Memoriam

May 28, 2007 - 06:46 AM | by Violet Bliss Dietz

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Day is done, gone the sun, From the hills, from the lake, From the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

Fades the light; And afar Goeth day, And the stars Shineth bright, Fare thee well; Day has gone, Night is on.

Thanks and praise, For our days, ‘Neath the sun, Neath the stars, ‘Neath the sky, As we go, This we know, God is nigh.   speaker

 
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  <!-more-> There are no official lyrics to the music of Taps, but these are some of the oft-cited verses.

Hattip to the IGTNT diary for today. IGTNT (I Got The News Today) is a diary series written at dailykos in acknowledgement of each reported death in war.

 

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#1

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

—Laurence Binyon

Posted by Otter | 05/28/07, 07:44 AM EST
#2

Thank you for the beautiful, classy meaningful Memorial Day message.  I had never heard or read the second verses given here - only the first - from days long ago as a Girl Scout.

Posted by Karennj | 05/28/07, 09:47 AM EST
#3

Beautiful.

Posted by mbk | 05/28/07, 01:49 PM EST
#4

I was going through a scrapbook that I kept when my husband joined the Navy back in Jan. ‘70 and found this poem I had written down from somewhere.

A HIGH PRICE TO PAY

Loving a sailor is not always gay,
And loving him is a high price to pay.
It’s mostly loving him with nothing to hold,
It’s being young, yet feeling old.

It’s having him whisper his love to you,
It’s whispering back that you love him too.
Then comes a kiss, a promise of love,
Knowing your watched, and approved from above.

Reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,
While you’re dying inside from wanting him so.
Watching him leave with eyes full of tears,
Standing alone, with hopes, dreams and fears.

It’s sending a letter with a stamp upside down,
To a faraway love, in a faraway town.
It’s going to church to kneel and to pray,
And really mean the things that you say.

And though you know he’s far away,
You just keep on loving him more each day.
Being in love will merit your dreams,
With thoughts of heaven where love lights gleam.

Days go by and no mail for a spell,
You wait for some words to hear that he’s well.
Then the letter arrives and you gleam with joy,
Your like a small child with a shiny new toy.

With fingers a tremble and heart beating fast,
You tear open his letter and read it at last.
Yes he is well and misses you so,
And it’s filled with the love you wanted to know.

Week’s are a month, and month’s are a year,
You’re awaiting the day that you’ll have no more fear.
Time passes slow but it goes very fast,
You’re barely aware that it’s here till it past.

Yes loving a sailor brings bitterness and tears,
Loneliness, sadness, and despondent years.
Loving a sailor really isn’t much fun,
But it’s well worth the price when the battle is won.

Remember he’s thinking of you every day,
He’s sad and he’s lonely for being away.
So love him and miss him, and be proud of his valor,
And always be proud of loving a sailor.

Posted by fedup | 05/28/07, 04:50 PM EST
#5

Thank you fedup that was beautiful.

Posted by katie | 05/29/07, 09:41 AM EST