Heroes are Not Born. Circumstances Create Them
Men who have lived the simplest, homespun lives in time of peace - in defending the ideals they live by, the homes they treasure, the families they love - are capable of the most heroic deeds. So on this Memorial Day we honor not just the famous names in history books recounting the Civil War and the wars after it in which the United States has engaged; but we also honor especially the boys who have fallen in this latest, and greatest of all wars, World War II, whose names appear below. Especially are we happy to publish, on the Memorial occasion, an original poem, written by a sister of Carlos L. Poush, one of Lucas County's fallen heroes. It follows:
Men who have lived the simplest, homespun lives in time of peace - in defending the ideals they live by, the homes they treasure, the families they love - are capable of the most heroic deeds. So on this Memorial Day we honor not just the famous names in history books recounting the Civil War and the wars after it in which the United States has engaged; but we also honor especially the boys who have fallen in this latest, and greatest of all wars, World War II, whose names appear below. Especially are we happy to publish, on the Memorial occasion, an original poem, written by a sister of Carlos L. Poush, one of Lucas County's fallen heroes. It follows: Memorials
The hosts who came, with hushed tones,
In memory of their dead today,
Have left their tears on marble stones
And turned once more to go away.
The hosts have gone, and on each grave
Of those who rest in death's deep sleep
Some token lies as tribute brave
Placed there by hands of those who weep.
The dead see not, nor give a sign
That they remember, too--
They sleep as deeply all benign
As when their graves were new.
And 'round about them, war's mad need
Lays new companions, year by year --
Catastrophe of wrath and greed
That keeps a whole world numb with fear.
Each year the hosts will come and go,
But all their gifts will fade away
And death will reign; the living know
No solace save a memory.
The memory of a trust to keep
For those who fell in line
Upon an altar graven deep
With Freedom's valiant sign.
In memory of their dead today,
Have left their tears on marble stones
And turned once more to go away.
The hosts have gone, and on each grave
Of those who rest in death's deep sleep
Some token lies as tribute brave
Placed there by hands of those who weep.
The dead see not, nor give a sign
That they remember, too--
They sleep as deeply all benign
As when their graves were new.
And 'round about them, war's mad need
Lays new companions, year by year --
Catastrophe of wrath and greed
That keeps a whole world numb with fear.
Each year the hosts will come and go,
But all their gifts will fade away
And death will reign; the living know
No solace save a memory.
The memory of a trust to keep
For those who fell in line
Upon an altar graven deep
With Freedom's valiant sign.
Composed by Jessie Poush Juntanen
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"That These Men Shall Not Have Died In Vain"
Roy Ellis Wayne M. Needles
Lyle Morris Ora E. Cackler, Jr.
Henry L. Thompson John E. Baxter, Jr.
Walter l. Eckerman Lucille Jervis
Paul D. Pastovich J. Duane Clark
Floyd H. Zimmer Richard L. Patterson
Howard M. Oden Carlos l. Poush
Loren E. Nussbaum Kenneth Ross
Jefferson Osenbaugh Vernon E,. Pearcy
Chas. K. Walker Joseph J. Larson
Gerald Gathercole Wm. Marshall
Prosdocimo (Dutch) Della Betta
Ronald Hayes Arlie L. Hanks
Beryl Clark Eugene Peterson
Mark Bingaman Robert A. Smith
Forest Exley Vernon S. Wells
Leo Sampson Franklin W. McDonald
Herman Skinner Ellis H. Hatfield
Raymond Morrison
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