On the 11th Month on the 11th Day at the 11th Hour...

In Memoriam

The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless they are heard in the still houses.
(Who has not heard them?) ...

They say,
We were young. We have died. Remember us.

They say,
We have done what we could
But until it is finished it is not done.

They say,
We have given our lives
But until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.

They say,
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.

They say,
We leave you our deaths,
Give them their meaning.

Archibald McLeish

Two Soldiers, as sung by Bob Dylan. (You have to download a wee Rhapsody Media Player that's free, and the song is worth it.)