“We were young. We have died. Remember us. … We have done what we could But until it is finished it is not done. … We have given our lives But until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave. … Our deaths are not ours, They are yours, They will mean what you make them. They say, Whether our lives, and our deaths were for peace and a new hope Or for nothing We cannot say. It is you who must say this. … We leave you our deaths, Give them their meaning.”
–Archibald MacLeish, American poet, writer and the Librarian of Congress
This was retrieved from “The Patriot Post (www.patriotpost.us/subscribe/ )”
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