God of Peace,
they stood up and valorous they fell.
the easy impetuosity of immortal youth
they did their duty. In carnage they died, for
family, friends, their unknown progeny, and all
of us, surviving compatriots.
Many surely died with Your Name
on their lips.
gunfire and gung-ho rallying cries
are not heard now in Arlington Cemetery.
and seasons mark the fading memories
of their marches into glory and annihilation,
in Spain, in France, Italy and Germany,
in Mexico, on Iwo Jima, in Vietnam and Libya,
and brother against brother
the Mason-Dixon line.
let them not lie forgotten,
as the causes for which they fell retreat into
the protocols of peace
and the mists of history.
keep their grieving widows,
their fatherless children and their families close
within Your Generous Sacred Heart,
and help them somehow find ways to pick up and
stitch together the shattered remnants
of their darkened lives.
let us leave these noble warriors
in their sacred slumber. But let us never forget
that we have a debt to be paid
in meager installments for the rest of our lives
in gratitude, remembrance,
civic responsibility, and serious efforts
for world peace.
They sleep now with their comrades
under the rolling lawns of valor.
Hold them close now, Lord, Prince of Peace,
within Your great, generous, forgiving,
and unending love.