Monday, November 12, 2012


Today is the anniversary of Armistice Day.  At the 11th hour on the 11th day on the 11 month in 1918 a cease fire on the western front was declared during World War I.  And all over the world people rejoiced because armistice, a truce, an agreement to peace, was reached.   

Veteran’s Day was established to  remember the cost that this peace came at….so in honor of all those who served, fought, and even died I decided to visit a few of the local memorials today.

Viewpoint of the brave
Dough Boy Memorial

“Dirge of Two Veterans”
By Walt Whitman

The last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath,
On the pavement here—and there beyond, it is looking,
   Down a new-made double grave.

   Lo! the moon ascending!
Up from the east, the silvery round moon;
Beautiful over the house tops, ghastly phantom moon;
   Immense and silent moon.


   I see a sad procession,
And I hear the sound of coming full-key’d bugles;
All the channels of the city streets they’re flooding,
   As with voices and with tears.

   I hear the great drums pounding,
And the small drums steady whirring;
And every blow of the great convulsive drums,
   Strikes me through and through.

   For the son is brought with the father;
In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell;
Two veterans, son and father, dropt together,
   And the double grave awaits them.

 Now nearer blow the bugles,
And the drums strike more convulsive;
And the day-light o’er the pavement quite has faded,
   And the strong dead-march enwraps me.

   In the eastern sky up-buoying,
The sorrowful vast phantom moves illumin’d;
(’Tis some mother’s large, transparent face,
   In heaven brighter growing.)

  O strong dead-march, you please me!
O moon immense, with your silvery face you soothe me!
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial!
   What I have I also give you.

   The moon gives you light,
And the bugles and the drums give you music;
And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,
   My heart gives you love.

A soldier's grave

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