Community Programs

Memorial Day Poetry

From a distance their are no guns,
no bombs,
no disease
we are instruments marching in a common band
playing songs of hope,
playing songs of peace
the thoughts of every man.

Take This Hand

On the day when our soldiers took their stand,
leaving behind them their life, their love; A
voice inside said "this is my wish that you
defend my shores till peace returns."

So, take this hand, it is broken, crippled for
you, your life to protect, Every time that you
look, a Memorial you'll see, for unto to you,
I gave my all.

Let each person give thought to where I've been,
leaving behind them criticism and condemnation,
for where I've been, it brought tears and fear
yet, inside I knew, that peace would return.

So, take this hand, it has been shattered,
broken for you, your life to protect, Every time
that you see me, a Memorial you'll see, for unto
to you, I gave my all.

To each and every person that gave of themselves
during time of conflict, I dedicate this to you,
for you truly have given your all, for each of us.

This piece has been contributed by J. Mabury a twenty year veteran with the Army (retired 1976)

Eulogy for a Veteran

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the Gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Author Unknown

War Memories (1941) by J.E.Miles

Silently waiting for their Captains command,
these brave fighting soldiers of second brigand.
There goes the order, they repeat the shout,
"Over the top men, everyone out!"

Into the thick of it, a cry of dismay,
for many are wounded in this bloody fray.
Battle after battle, takes place all around,
then suddenly it is silent we don't hear a sound.

The battle is over, the victory is complete,
and the remainder of the enemy surrender in defeat.
But what of the dead comrades who died so in vain,
and the wounded soldiers suffering in pain.

The burial squad set forth upon its given task,
such a price to pay for victory, "Is it right,"
we ask? No music nor glory accompanies this chore,
In search of fallen buddies, victims of war.

Life without that of one who serves their country proud,
freely, and valiantly would be a life void of love, dreams,
freedom, a life void of the many treasures so many of us
call life. Children, mates, cars, boats, planes, photos,
books, stories, smiles, all a part of life. To those of
you wear the uniform of your country with pride today,
and for those of you who wore the uniform in days past,
these few words go out to you, and hope they bring life
in its fullness unto you and yours. You gave of yourself,
to protect and keep that life which you had learned and
begun to love. You gave of your family, you gave of your
life, some came home, some never did, some live in our
memories, some in our tears, taken in life both young and
old, no score card to determine who went and who returned.
So accept these simple words of thanks.

Thank You...

Adopt a living MOH Recipient:
Adopt a MOH recipient. Learn about your recipient and let him know how you feel about him and his sacrifices.

Honor a past Recipient at a local grave:
Visit a local grave site to honor MOH Recipients and other veterans that gave all they had.

Contribute to the CMOHS Scholarship Fund:
Help the Society fund scholarships to worthy young people in search of higher education.

Have a Patriotic School Assembly:
Have one of the over 100 living recipients come and speak to your school and give the kids a bit of living history to learn from.

A big thanks to Dick James and his In Remembrance of those that Went Before website for providing most of the content of this page.