|View single post by amhistoryguy|
|Posted: Tue Nov 1st, 2005 11:29 pm||
|While we mourn our loss, I can't help but think of AoT being greeted by his Civil War heroes, and his immediate acceptance by them, as one of them. AoT fought his own battle, displaying courage, dignity, and resolve, and to the end, always on the lookout for how he could make life better for others. I feel grateful for having known him even for a short while, and feel great loss at never having had the opportunity to meet him in person.
"The muffled drums sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tatoo;
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On fames eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind,
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn nor screaming fife
at dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords are red with rust;
Their plumed heads are bowed
Their haughty banner, trailed with dust,
is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
'Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to many a martyr's grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nations flag to wave."
--- Theodore O'Hara