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They saw their injured country's woe.
Sep 10, 2025
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.
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?
They saw their injured country's woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, - but left the shield.
On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation!
On Memorial Day, I don't want to only remember the combatants. There were also those who came out of the trenches as writers and poets, who started preaching peace, men and women who have made this world a kinder place to live.
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.
Our nation owes a debt to its fallen heroes that we can never fully repay, but we can honor their sacrifice.
Freedom of speech and freedom of action are meaningless without freedom to think. And there is no freedom of thought without doubt.
Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.
We cherish too, the Poppy red That grows on fields where valor led, It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies.
Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we lay, and violets o'er each unforgotten head.
As America celebrates Memorial Day, we pay tribute to those who have given their lives in our nation's 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.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
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.
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.
Memorial Day isn't just about honoring veterans, its honoring those who lost their lives. Veterans had the fortune of coming home. For us, that's a reminder of when we come home we still have a responsibility to serve. It's a continuation of service that honors our country and those who fell defending it.
Memorial Day this year is especially important as we are reminded almost daily of the great sacrifices that the men and women of the Armed Services make to defend our way of life.
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.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
The willingness of America's veterans to sacrifice for our country has earned them our lasting gratitude.
Courage is contagious. When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened.
The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.
A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.
Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.
A people that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both.
But the freedom that they fought for, and the country grand they wrought for, Is their monument to-day, and for aye.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission.
Guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism.
A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.
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.
In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below
In Flanders fields the poppies blow.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.