Monday, May 27, 2019 is Memorial Day. Join the Presidio Trust at the Presidio to honor those who have given their lives while in the armed services. Here's a link to activities on Monday.
Located at the top of the cemetery, high on the hill, one finds this poignant poem which I read often as I hike in the area. I usually re-post it every Memorial Day. I hope you find it as meaningful as I do.
The Young Dead Soldiers, by Archibald MacLeish
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.
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.