The Death of a Soldier

Life contracts and death is expected,
As in a season of autumn.
The soldier falls.

He does not become a three-days personage,
Imposing his separation,
Calling for pomp.

Death is absolute and without memorial,
As in a season of autumn,
When the wind stops,

When the wind stops and, over the heavens,
The clouds go, nevertheless,
In their direction.

–Wallace Stevens


5 thoughts on “remember.

  1. Jeff says:

    Depressingly true. That’s why it is important to remember our warriors and to live so their sacrifice has a purpose.


  2. Al Terego says:


    Always and forever.


  3. MarkHB says:

    I’ve not spent Memorial Day in the US as an adult before. It was quite wonderful. Yeah, big cookout and everything, but also just the quiet pride in those who’ve served (two of my cow orkers have served, and they didn’t have to buy themselves a single drink. Quite right, too).

    I remember, and I thank you. I get to fuck around with a big computer all day, doing pretty stuff for actual money because of the service that folk gave, for the lives they lost in defense of this country, and in the defense of the very idea of this country.

    I remember. Thank you.

  4. Chrystoph says:

    *disabled veteran raises a glass*

    To absent companions…

  5. Pa State Cop says:

    I did Normandy 2000/2001. Visited all the Cemeteries including the German One west of Caen. Many of the Graves are marked with “Known but to God”. The German Markers say Ein Duetsche Soldat. Gefallen Kameraden.

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