You Are Not Forgotten
And so on this Winter's day in 2001, we fold a flag for another Skylighter, gone long after the din of battle has faded from the fields of '44-45 ... gone, but not forgotten.
106 years ago (September 5, 1895), lecturer Robert G. Ingersoll made the following speech at the reunion of the surviving members of his old Civil War regiment, the Eleventh Illinois Cavalry. His tribute to his comrades then is an appropriate tribute now ... to "Whitey" and, indeed, all of the Skylighters and World War II veterans everywhere, wherever they may be, and on whichever side of the veil they reside.
It gives me the greatest pleasure to meet again those with
whom I became acquainted in the morning of my life. It is now
afternoon. The sun of life is slowly sinking in the west, and, as
the evening comes, nothing can be more delightful than to see again
the faces that I knew in youth.
When first I knew you the hair was brown; it is now white.
The lines were not quite so deep, and the eyes were not quite so
dim. Mingled with this pleasure is sadness sadness for those
who have passed away for the dead.
And what shall I say to you, survivors of the death-filled
days? To you, my comrades, to you whom I have known in the great
days, in the time when the heart beat fast and the blood flowed
strong; in the days of high hope what shall I say?
All I can say is that my heart goes out to you, one and all. To you who bared your bosoms to the storms of war; to you who left loved ones, to die if need be, for the sacred cause. May you live long in the land
you helped to save; may the winter of your age be as green as
spring, as full of blossoms as summer, as generous as autumn, and
may you, surrounded by plenty, with your wives at your sides and
your grandchildren on your knees, live long.
And when at last the
fires of life burn low; when you enter the deepening dusk of the
last of many, many happy days; when your brave hearts beat weak and
slow, may the memory of your splendid deeds; deeds that freed your
fellow-men; deeds that kept your country on the map of the world;
deeds that kept the flag of the Republic in the air may the
memory of these deeds fill your souls with peace and perfect joy.
Let it console you to know that you are not to be forgotten.
Centuries hence your story will be told in art and song, and upon your honored graves flowers will be lovingly laid by men and women now unborn.
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