Memorial Day

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.