White Pine news. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1920-1923, 1921-06-02
tBy HAROLD ST. {. CARTER. }

(By HAROLD ST. 4. CARTER.)
Soldiers OF the War of the Union, Sol
diers of the Spanish-American War,
Soldiers of the Late Great War,
Patriotic Citizens OF This Grand
Republic. Ladies. Gentlemen and
School Children:
On a beautiful May day, years ago,
there gathered beneath the over
hanging boughs of fruit-bearing
tree. beside an open grave. the
friends and relations of a soldier He
was a mere boy and yet had smelled
the smoke of battle. felt the sting OF
the rebels bullet and had won for
himself the golden crown of a martyr
i'm the military service OF his country.
There were also gathered there a
few of his comrades In arms-bronz-
cd veterans-who we're survivors or
the dreadful carnage at Antietam and
the awful slaughter of Gettysburg,
who had come to drop a tear at a
comrades grave and breathe PRAYER
for the safety OF his soul Just as
the solemn rites of burial were over
and the last shoyelful OF earth had
been heaped upon his last resting
place Gods breath shook the over
hanging boughs and sweet and beau
tiful apple blossoms came gently
down and decorated that heroe' g
grave: and ever since. when the
pleasant days and fragrant flowers
of spring come the loyal people OF
this country gladly follow the ex-
ample that was set so beautifully by
heaven and see to IL that no soldier 8
grave In this land Is forgotten or
neglected
This Is Memorial Day. II is fit
ting that we should remember the
defenders of this country. There is
q sense In which they died for US, and
II would be ungracious for US not to
remember them. May after May We
therefore cherish their memory The
flowers we lay upon their graves are
lovely emblems. Some are noted for
their beauty. others for their per-
fume, others for their sweetness. but
the principle for which bur soldiers
died includes all these qualities and
many others also. and that principle
Ia comprehended in the words Free
dom. Union and Liberty. Take II
away and the very fabric of the land
falls to pieces. 1t Is that which makes
living worth while.
Today a vast army OF our brave
and noble soldiers sleep in near and
distant graves. Some are here in
this quiet village of the dead: some
far down along the banks of the Po-
tonnac; some on the glorious battle
fields OF Gettysburg. Some are slum-
bering in unknown graves in that
little island of Cuba, and some are
now sleeping in freshly made graves
in Alsace and Lorraine, on the Marne
and beneath the crosses and poppies
in Flanders field.
I'm Flanders field the poppies grow,
Beneath the crosses, row on row.
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead; short days ago
We lived. felt dawn, saw sunset glow.
Loved and were loved. and now we lie
In Flanders field"
Why do We do this! Simply be-
cause this day has been set aside as
a day of memorial? No; but rather
because We are prompted by the
deepest feelings. Fathers will go
today to view the graves of their
loyal sons; mothers to weep oyer the
green turf beneath which sleeps the
hoy she loved so much. Widows will
grasp their little babe a little tighter
and think Of him whose love was
more than life. Brothers will strive