You, the mothers, who sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace, after having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head;It is some dream that on the deck,You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.
He has gone to join his men on the wall
I can't think of anything better to post. A great poem when Walt Whitman wrote it after Lincoln's assassination, it is a most fitting thing to read at the death of a veteran.
__________________ No one has greater love than this, to lay down one's life for one's friends John 15:13
To Angie and the family: my heartfelt condolences in the passing of a great man. I am glad that I was able to meet Angie and see Ken at our 2008 DELTA Company reunion and to recall the good and bad times we were together. As most of you know from all of Ken's postings, he was Delta/Lima platoon leader several different times from July 1967 to February 1968 (he was wounded so severely he did not return to DELTA. He just kept coming back to us. That is true devotion to his men.
I salute you Ken and wish you Godspeed to meet up with our lost troops from Lima.
Words cannot express the grief and sadness on the loss of the best of the best..RIP and Godspeed my friend
"In every life,
there comes a time,
to walk in shadows and to walk in sunlight,
to hear silence and a song to shed tears of sadness and of joy,
to forget what was taken,
and remember what has been given."
"Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few."- Sir Winston Churchill, about R.A.F. fighter pilots."
"It is well that war is so terrible, else we grow to fond of it." - Robert E. Lee