A Memorial Day Tribute

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Today, as we do every Memorial Day, Alfredo and I put out our flag in honor of those who died serving under it. This poem is in their honor.

Ours, They Died
— by David Perry

And so they died
in life someone’s 
son
husband 
lover 
brother 
friend 
Fighting for
someone’s life in 
distant lands 
or just next door
in life someone’s
daughter 
wife 
lover 
sister 
friend 
Fighting for
someone’s life in
— our name —
for fighting 
in life 
someone’s
life in
fighting in
— our name —
will end.

And so they died 
in life someone’s 
soldiers 
— ours —

Let grateful bugles
wail in eternal taps to 
known and unknown graves.

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