Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Veterans Day 2009

Again, a guest post from Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.:

"As for us, our days of combat are over. Our swords are rust. Our guns will thunder no more. The vultures that once wheeled over our heads must be buried with their prey. Whatever of glory must be won in the council or the closet, never again in the field. I do not repine. We have shared the incommunicable experience of war; we have felt, we still feel, the passion of life to its top.

Three years ago died the old colonel of my regiment, the Twentieth Massachusetts. He gave the regiment its soul. No man could falter who heard his "Forward, Twentieth!" I went to his funeral. From a side door of the church a body of little choir- boys came in alike a flight of careless doves. At the same time the doors opened at the front, and up the main aisle advanced his coffin, followed by the few grey heads who stood for the men of the Twentieth, the rank and file whom he had loved, and whom he led for the last time. The church was empty. No one remembered the old man whom we were burying, no one save those next to him, and us. And I said to myself, The Twentieth has shrunk to a skeleton, a ghost, a memory, a forgotten name which we other old men alone keep in our hearts. And then I thought: It is right. It is as the colonel would have it. This also is part of the soldier's faith: Having known great things, to be content with silence. Just then there fell into my hands a little song sung by a warlike people on the Danube, which seemed to me fit for a soldier's last word, another song of the sword, but a song of the sword in its scabbard, a song of oblivion and peace.

A soldier has been buried on the battlefield.

And when the wind in the tree-tops roared,
The soldier asked from the deep dark grave:
"Did the banner flutter then?"
"Not so, my hero," the wind replied.
"The fight is done, but the banner won,
Thy comrades of old have borne it hence,
Have borne it in triumph hence."
Then the soldier spake from the deep dark grave:
"I am content."

Then he heareth the lovers laughing pass,
and the soldier asks once more:
"Are these not the voices of them that love,
That love--and remember me?"
"Not so, my hero," the lovers say,
"We are those that remember not;
For the spring has come and the earth has smiled,
And the dead must be forgot."
Then the soldier spake from the deep dark grave:
"I am content.""

4 comments:

Chgowiz said...

Amen.

Gleichman said...

Nice quote, but there is another that is a simple answer for those who think it is proper and right to forget...

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.", George Santayana.

Followed by:
"Only the dead have seen the end of war.", also George Santayana

Zachary The First said...

@Gleichman: I will never forget the sacrifices of my fellow brothers in arms, but what I like of that passage is that there is a fraternity of war there. We have seen horrible things, wonderful things, but are content in quietly living our lives now.

I hope the world does not forget the sacrifice of others. But I know many of us who are content to have seen these great and wonderful things, and live quietly, at peace as best we can with what we were.

Gamer Dude said...

I am not part of that fraternity of soldiers...But I don't lightly consider the sacrifices paid in the past, present and future. But when I read that passage from Oliver Wendell Homles Jr. it strikes me as if he's speaking of the things that those soldiers have fought for. They are content that all they have striven and sacrificed for is intact...it is as it's supposed to be.