Happy Memorial Weekend!

THANKS SO MUCH!

ARLINGTON

© 1990 by Marian H. Neudel

The bloodied sun sinks in the west


And lights us all with glory;

Here sleep the brave in honored rest;

The bugler tells our story;

O dulce et decorum est pro patria mori;

O dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.



Go tell the people, passer-by,

Read the stone before ye,

Tis sweet and fitting that we die

For our country's glory;

Obedient to your will we lie

Pro patria mori;

O dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.



From under stone we've often seen

These lures to empty glory;

We know what deaths these words can mean,

Lonely, cold and gory;

We find these Latin words obscene,

Pro patria mori,

O dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori.



We have no country of our own,

We who sleep in glory;

We died your hatreds to atone,

Still you shun our story;

Oh write no more on any stone,

Pro patria mori;

O dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori.