in pace requiescat
Take me out to Flanders Fields,
And roll me in the dirt;
Pin fading ribbons upon,
The breast of my best shirt;
Lay me in a wooden box,
Salute my corpse and say:
"The old soldiers never die,
They all just fade away."
Place me in formation amongst,
Those whose lives have been lost;
Paying the price for even those whom,
Don't know of freedom's cost;
Bring our children to visit us on,
Each Memorial Day;
Tell them how we gave our tomorrows,
So they could have today.