Harkening back to the origins of Memorial Day, a short poem of remembrance entitled Shiloh: A Requiem by Herman Melville written in 1862 after the Battle of Shiloh where the combined Union and Confederate losses exceed 23,000 soldiers . . .
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
The swallows fly low
Over the field in clouded days,
The forest-field of Shiloh—
Over the field where April rain
Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain
Through the pause of night
That followed the Sunday fight
Around the church of Shiloh—
The church so lone, the log-built one,
That echoed to many a parting groan
And natural prayer
Of dying foemen mingled there—
Foemen at morn, but friends at eve—
Fame or country least their care:
(What like a bullet can undeceive!)
But now they lie low,
While over them the swallows skim,
And all is hushed at Shiloh.
Wow….may we remember
…and, in the end, that’s all that can be said..