Originally Posted by Indian Charlie I would also like to take this opportunity to honor the fallen men of our past and current wars as well as in the future war with Iran.

The Blue And The Gray
Francis Miles Finch (1827-1907)


By the flow of the inland river,
Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Under the one, the Blue,
Under the other, the Gray
These in the robings of glory,
Those in the gloom of defeat,
All with the battle-blood gory,
In the dusk of eternity meet:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgement-day
Under the laurel, the Blue,
Under the willow, the Gray.

From the silence of sorrowful hours
The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgement-day;
Under the roses, the Blue,
Under the lilies, the Gray.

So with an equal splendor,
The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch impartially tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Broidered with gold, the Blue,
Mellowed with gold, the Gray.

So, when the summer calleth,
On forest and field of grain,
With an equal murmur falleth
The cooling drip of the rain:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment -day,
Wet with the rain, the Blue
Wet with the rain, the Gray.

Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
The generous deed was done,
In the storm of the years that are fading
No braver battle was won:
Under the sod adn the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Under the blossoms, the Blue,
Under the garlands, the Gray

No more shall the war cry sever,
Or the winding rivers be red;
They banish our anger forever
When they laurel the graves of our dead!
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day,
Love and tears for the Blue,
Tears and love for the Gray.

Originally Posted by skippy3481 Thine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful lightening of his terrible swift sword His truth is marching on. In the beauty of the lillies christ was born across the sea With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free While god is marching on. I won't be here tommorrow, so i wanted to start a post wishing a happy memorial day to all especially those DT'ers that served or are serving in the armed forces. Freedom is not free and many brave men and woman have laid down their lives in service to this country. I think the Battle Hymn of the republic is one of the greatest patriotic songs ever written. So, tommorrow as we go about our cookouts, our parties, and our lives; let us think upon the men and woman who are serving the country now and those that have served in the past, some giving all; for this great country we live in. Thank veterans, I appreciate your service. Steve, if i put this in the wrong place, i apologize. I just was not totally sure where it belonged.

--Abraham Lincoln