The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1946-06-01
Boston Baked
By NIABE KOUNTZE

Thursday, May 80, we celebrate Memorial Day.
Seven years ago this date the gods of hold
ing council and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Numbered the skies of western Europe Slowly
yet relentlessy the lights went out all the world
-Four years ago America itself the throes of death
struggle for existence Today the guns silent. No
is heard the whine Of bullet she'll the agonized
cry of the soldier he falls Imply to the ground with
the sweet breath of Life forever beyond his grasp;
the rending explosions of the gallant mistress of the
they sink beneath the waves and the shekng of
the monster eagles they pumme their way to destiny
For all this has passed and there is peace 1t may
be troubled yet it is peace and for the first time in
long, dark years the sleep of the soldier boy not
troubled He is sleeping beneath the hedgerow and the
poppy, on the windswept coral atol and beneath the
waves of the mighty He is lying in the far-fung
of the EARTH yet he needs marker for he has
etched his and his deeds forever into the pages of
time Alongside the famous batefelds of history he has
added the of Saerno and St. Lo, of Casino and
Guadacanal, of Two and Tarawa Names that shall
our memories all the rest Of days He has passed
from this world of far horizons into land where there
horizons, fear suffering, death. These
things shall touch him He from all walks
of lfe this soldier boy and in three short years went
from the ordinary to the supreme From the sidewalks
of New York the bayous of the deep South and from
the hills and the valleys to the great rolling plains of the
West He entered the battle with the fear of the brave
and laid his life upon the altar of freedom order that
you and l. and kind, might live He hasn't been
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in which to live because of his passing
His wants few and his needs were simple for he
bad lived simple fe but when the crisis he Shout
Gered the burden of suffering humanity and carried
it into battle He didn't question an order but rather he
CD yed and executed to the utmost of his ability, and
whsn he could go farther, he died. Like most of
IL at times dreamer He knew that war had played
integral part the history of mankind and that peace
word and had never been reality. Yet he
dreamed on, this soldier boy. He dreamed of world
wherein there would be war; fear, no famine no
pestilence destruction. world where would
walk hand in hand with his fellow man. world where
right makes might, and world where the law of God
would be the supreme law of the earth live on So
lie fought for this dream and he died for this dream and
by his death he has flung challenge into the face of the
living and only time itself will show how we will answer
this challenge He charged to remember him forever
and always and the for which he fought and the
for which he died. and the day will come when the
centuries have rolled away to end that he will de-
mand of to his eternal challenge We have
failed him in the past; concevaby fail him in the
future. We the living hold the future of the world in
Gus responsibility. We lay the groundwork for
world peace take the road leading down into
the valley of world darkness We have taken this road
continually in the past and would seem that the world
stand to the light Yet is there is
like this soldier boy that have kept it burning down
through the ages. 1t is direct condemnation of man
that he should have continually chosen the method of
ct to seek the road peace So on this Memorial Day
null in respective minds the trends of the
world today let us throughout this nation and let
remember that somewhere in the faroff battlefeds
Of Europe, the scattered sand wastes of the Pacific
beneath the of the worlds mighty and in
the steaming rong unges of the EARTH far from his
homeland soldier boy is sleeping tonight Let us
member his dream and disturb not his sleep.