I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel that half-masted flags were appropriate on Decoration Day. I have rather felt that the flag should be at the peak, because those whose dying we commemorate rejoiced in seeing it where their valor placed it. We honor them in a joyous, thankful,
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Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
to the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Laurence Binyon.
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Whole poem can be found here http://www.churchill-society-london.org.uk/INMem.htm
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A common error,but I thought it was just A Canadian Thing,since that verse is essentially part of our oral culture.
But the Brits do it too!
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