Remembered (A Memorial Day Poem) Poem by Isadora Quagmire

They gave their lives,
so we in peace might live,
They gave their lives,
—the greatest gift that one can give.
They left their homes,
and went into twilight,
they fought in the briny foam,
and charged blind through night.
They stood exposed in bloody fields,
as noble gaurds—as loyal shields.
They fell amongst the broken stones,
No grave accounts for all their bones,
they bled in burning forests,
as heathen war-cries against them chorused,
like burning stars they sailed the sky,
but the world forgets their cries.

So many rows of crosses,
so many places,
so many losses,
so many faces.
We will not forget,
the price they gave,
for the people of the land of the free and the brave.
They gave everything
so that we might have anything.
They chose us over their own lives,
they chose the lives of their children and their wives,
they died indeed,
but they are alive,
in our hearts and memories,
they will be remembered for eternity.

-For every man and woman that has died for us,
may God bless their memory.