Sox, Pats, Celtics, Notre Dame. All things Irish, Ireland; having to do with the color green.
I only read non-fiction. Mostly books about baseball, Ireland, Irish history and politics.
The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
who has not heard them? They have a silence that speaks for them at night
and when the clock counts. They say: We were young. We have died.
Remember us. They say: We have done what we could but until it is finished it is not done. They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave. They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours, they will mean what you make them. They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say, it is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning. We were young, they say. We have died; remember us.by Archibald MacLeish,
1892-1982, American Poet
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