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 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 death 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.
They say,
We leave you our deaths, give them their meaning, give them an end to the war and a true peace,
give them a victory that ends the war and a peace afterwards,
give them their meaning
We were young, they say, we have died.
Remember us.
by Archibald Macleish
Children of War Photos :
Very touching..
I agree with you Saiyyu and there are a lot of children still struggling up to now because of war
and thank you for reminding of this !
It’s been my pleasure ^_^