Memorial Day

Thinking of those far from home and under duress.  And those left behind.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
   Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
  The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

~ Wilfred Owen, from "Anthem for Doomed Youth"