Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. How I Remember This Day

 

Our dead brothers still live for us and bid us think of life,
not death-of life to which in their youth
they lent the passion and joy of the spring.
As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again
and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers
and destinies of good and evil our trumpets sound once more.
a note of daring, hope and will.
I see them now, as once I saw them on this earth.
They are the same bright figures that come also before your eyes and when I speak of those who were my brothers,
the same words describe yours.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~

There are 3 comments.

  1. Nanda Panjandrum Coolidge

    Amen!

    • #1
    • May 28, 2018, at 11:09 AM PDT
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  2. Mim526 Member

    The cycle of duty and heroism: remembering “those who were my brothers” while other generations come forward to sound their own “note of daring, hope and will” in the battle for the “destin(y) of good and evil“.

    • #2
    • May 28, 2018, at 2:15 PM PDT
    • 4 likes
  3. Front Seat Cat Member

    The words are timeless – saints who gave their all.

    • #3
    • May 29, 2018, at 6:38 AM PDT
    • 1 like