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These martyrs of patriotism gave their lives for an idea.
Sep 29, 2025
Chance has never yet satisfied the hope of a suffering people.
They saw their injured country's woe.
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.
Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?
Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.
With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.
Fold him in his country's stars. Roll the drum and fire the volley! What to him are all our wars, What but death bemocking folly?
The Flag still floats unblotted with defeat! But ah the blood that keeps its ripples red, The starry lives that keep its field alight.
"Dead upon the field of glory," Hero fit for song and story.
We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation!
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.
Freedom of speech and freedom of action are meaningless without freedom to think. And there is no freedom of thought without doubt.
Their silent wounds have speech More eloquent than men; Their tones can deeper reach Than human voice or pen.
Life hangs as nothing in the scale against dear Liberty!
I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead.
Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.
So long as there are men, there will be wars.
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -
But fame is theirs - and future days On pillar'd brass shall tell their praise; Shall tell - when cold neglect is dead - "These for their country fought and bled."
Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land, God Bless the U.S.A.
And I'm proud to be an American, Where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died, Who gave that right to me And I'll proudly stand up next to him to defend her still today, Cuz there aint no doubt I love this land, God bless the USA
True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.
Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day Sleeping the years of their manhood away. Give them the meed they have won in the past; Give them the honors their future forcast; Give them the chaplets they won in the strife; Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day.
Their own souls rose and cried Alarum when they heard the sudden wail Of stricken freedom and along the gale Saw her eternal banner quivering wide.
They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.
Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten, as a people, the cost of a free and undivided republic.
Who kept the faith and fought the fight; The glory theirs, the duty ours.
I have long believed that sacrifice is the pinnacle of patriotism.
The brave die never, though they sleep in dust: Their courage nerves a thousand living men.
I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel that half-masted flags were appropriate on Decoration Day. I have rather felt that the flag should be at the peak, because those whose dying we commemorate rejoiced in seeing it where their valor placed it. We honor them in a joyous, thankful, triumphant commemoration of what they did.
They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.
Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.
The modern patriotism, the true patriotism, the only rational patriotism is loyalty to the Nation all the time, loyalty to the Government when it deserves it.
We shall pay any price, bear any burden, to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.
Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!
Peace is more important than all justice; and peace was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace.
Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man.
But the freedom that they fought for, and the country grand they wrought for, Is their monument to-day, and for aye.
I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
My fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.
There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured with what is right in America.
I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free.