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Memorial Day 2015

Posted: 05.25.2015

We asked you to share your photos and memories on this Memorial Day to honor the brave men and women we have lost. Here are just a few--thank you to all for sharing! @SebastianTim: "My grandfather Toy Adams who served in WWI" @Teams4Taps: "Honoring the ...


Memorial Day – Special-Needs Students Honor Veterans

Posted: 05.25.2015

It was the most moving Memorial Day ceremony I’ve ever attended. The event took place at the ACLD Tillotson School in Pittsburgh, a special-needs school with a private academic license approved yearly by the Pennsylvania Department of Education.


Obama Honors Those Who Made The Ultimate Sacrifice On Memorial Day 2015

Posted: 05.25.2015

President Barack Obama visited Arlington National Cemetery on Monday to honor those who have sacrificed their lives while serving in the U.S. military for Memorial Day. Obama laid a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and made remarks honoring those ...


Obama hails first Memorial Day since end of combat in Afghanistan

Posted: 05.25.2015

President Obama lays a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknowns at Arlington National Cemetery. (Photo: OLIVIER DOULIERY / POOL, EPA) President Obama honored the nation's fallen Monday by pointing out that this is the first Memorial Day since the end of combat ...


Joe Biden Spends Memorial Day Taking Selfies, Calling Up Veterans

Posted: 05.25.2015

Vice President Joe Biden spent his Memorial Day kicking off the annual UnitedHealthcare Ride 2 Recovery Memorial Challenge, a six-day, 350-mile ride from Washington, D.C., to Virginia Beach, Virginia. The event took place outside Biden's home in Washington.


Presidential Proclamation – Prayer for Peace, Memorial Day, 2015

Posted: 05.25.2015

Washington, D.C. – On Memorial Day, the United States pauses to honor the fallen heroes who died in service to our Nation. With heavy hearts and a sense of profound gratitude, we mourn these women and men — parents, children, loved ones, comrades-in ...


America Celebrates Memorial Day Weekend

Posted: 05.25.2015

Across America and around the world, towns and cities are celebrating veterans of the United States Armed Forces and the sacrifices they have made. Memorial Day is a federal holiday in America and has been celebrated since the end of the Civil War. (Getty)


Obama Visits The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier On Memorial Day 2015

Posted: 05.25.2015

President Barack Obama is visiting Arlington National Cemetery this Memorial Day to honor those who have sacrificed their lives while serving in the U.S. military. Obama will lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and make remarks honoring those ...


Remembering the meaning of Memorial Day

Posted: 05.25.2015

It is Memorial Day 2015. In cemeteries across the country flags flutter, flowers grace the graves of the departed, and bugles sound the mournful notes of Taps. The crowds paying tribute, however, have grown sparse. Begun as a way to honor Civil War dead ...


Bivouac Of The Dead 

By Theodore O'Hara
(Written in memory of the Kentucky troops killed in the Mexican War - 1847)

Portions Of This Haunting Poem Are Inscribed On Placards 
Throughout Arlington, As Well as On 
The McClellan Gate There 

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat 
The soldier's last tattoo; 
No more on Life's parade shall meet 
That brave and fallen few. 
On fame's eternal camping ground 
Their silent tents to spread, 
And glory guards, with solemn round 
The bivouac of the dead.

No rumor of the foe's advance 
Now swells upon the wind; 
Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts 
Of loved ones left behind; 
No vision of the morrow's strife 
The warrior's dreams alarms; 
No braying horn or screaming fife 
At dawn shall call to arms.

Their shriveled swords are red with rust, 
Their plumed heads are bowed, 
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, 
Is now their martial shroud. 
And plenteous funeral tears have washed 
The red stains from each brow, 
And the proud forms, by battle gashed 
Are free from anguish now.

The neighing troop, the flashing blade, 
The bugle's stirring blast, 
The charge, the dreadful cannonade, 
The din and shout, are past; 
Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal 
Shall thrill with fierce delight 
Those breasts that nevermore may feel 
The rapture of the fight.

Like the fierce Northern hurricane 
That sweeps the great plateau, 
Flushed with triumph, yet to gain, 
Come down the serried foe, 
Who heard the thunder of the fray 
Break o'er the field beneath, 
Knew the watchword of the day 
Was "Victory or death!"

Long had the doubtful conflict raged 
O'er all that stricken plain, 
For never fiercer fight had waged 
The vengeful blood of Spain; 
And still the storm of battle blew, 
Still swelled the glory tide; 
Not long, our stout old Chieftain knew, 
Such odds his strength could bide.

Twas in that hour his stern command 
Called to a martyr's grave 
The flower of his beloved land, 
The nation's flag to save. 
By rivers of their father's gore 
His first-born laurels grew, 
And well he deemed the sons would pour 
Their lives for glory too.

For many a mother's breath has swept 
O'er Angostura's plain -- 
And long the pitying sky has wept 
Above its moldered slain. 
The raven's scream, or eagle's flight, 
Or shepherd's pensive lay, 
Alone awakes each sullen height 
That frowned o'er that dread fray.

Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground 
Ye must not slumber there, 
Where stranger steps and tongues resound 
Along the heedless air. 
Your own proud land's heroic soil 
Shall be your fitter grave; 
She claims from war his richest spoil -- 
The ashes of her brave.

Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest, 
Far from the gory field, 
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast 
On many a bloody shield; 
The sunshine of their native sky 
Smiles sadly on them here, 
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by 
The heroes sepulcher.

Rest on embalmed and sainted dead! 
Dear as the blood ye gave; 
No impious footstep here shall tread 
The herbage of your grave; 
Nor shall your glory be forgot 
While Fame her record keeps, 
For honor points the hallowed spot 
Where valor proudly sleeps.

Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone 
In deathless song shall tell, 
When many a vanquished ago has flown, 
The story how ye fell; 
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, 
Nor time's remorseless doom, 
Can dim one ray of glory's light 
That gilds your deathless tomb.