Quotes About Memorial

From 1971 onwards, the Memorial Day holiday was officially observed on the last Monday in May and became the unofficial start of the summer, with barbecues, blockbuster movie openings and mattress sales.

Nowadays, many Americans have forgotten the meaning and traditions of Memorial Day. At cemeteries across the country, the graves of the fallen are sadly ignored, and worse, neglected.

Y después el final, el instante en el que había acabado todo, carguen, apunten, fuego, y trece cuerpos desplomándose a la vez en la tierra del cementerio del Este, veintiséis ojos cerrados para siempre, veintiséis brazos y piernas inmóviles, trece gargantas mudas y todavía calientes en la temperatura de sus últimos gritos, vivas a la República que volvía a morir cada mañana en las voces de sus hijos

I was profoundly moved to be the first United Nations Secretary-General to attend the Peace Memorial Ceremony in Hiroshima. I also visited Nagasaki. Sadly, we know the terrible humanitarian consequences from the use of even one weapon. As long as such weapons exist, so, too, will the risks of use and proliferation.

Most of those whom we honor on Memorial Day died young. They never had the chance to raise a family, build a career, attend the weddings of their children, or be honored in old age.

With his passing, Dick Clark deserves to take his place at the top in the pantheon of popular culture icons.

I got a portrait of Nipsey at my house, bro. I got to put a platinum plaque by that, and my brother is not here to share that with me. That's his first platinum single. We did that together.

On Anzac Day, coffee and jokes with a Turk might be the most meaningful and fair dinkum dawn service you could possibly have.

Firemen have a culture of death. There are rituals, carefully constructed for the living, to process the dead.

In a little over six minutes, 17 of our friends were taken from us. Fifteen were injured. And everyone - absolutely everyone - in the Douglas Community was forever altered.

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.

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Hawaii is the best form of comfort for me. When I die, I want to be cremated, and I want half my ashes spread in the Pacific around the island, the rest on the property.

Here are your names and here is the list and here are the things you left behind

So , I said, now that we have our dead, what are we going to do with them?

Russ Vaughn, a member of the fabled 101st Airborne Division who had served in Vietnam, published a widely circulated poem that told how the Swifties had won the "last battle of Vietnam." The poem ended with "To our Brothers, forever, on that long black wall / You've been vindicated now, one and all.

at the end of every month or two . . ., the British had a whole Vietnam Memorial's worth of dead. Every month or two, for 51 months.

A Vietnam Memorial's worth of civilians in an instantaneous flash. . . . When the crew of the Enola Gay landed, they celebrated with a barbeque.

it would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the century's war dead. . . . he saw himself walking the Mall in Washington, D.C., and the whole park from the Capitol to the Lincoln Memorial was dotted with the black Vs of Vietnam Memorials, as if a flock of giant stealth birds had landed on it. All night he walked past black wing walls, moving west toward the white tomb on the river.

a streetlight reflected off the black cobblestones . . . in such a way that there were thousands of brief white squiggles underfoot, looking like names engraved on black granite, as if the whole surface of the earth were paved by a single memorial.

I'm not going to have a tombstone. I'm going to be tossed in the air. Ashes, tossed like a salad.

We should keep the dead before our eyes, and honor them as though still living

Military cemeteries in every corner of the world are silent testimony to the failure of national leaders to sanctify human life.

In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails that would never again be filled with wind, sails that, too long unused and heavily drooping, had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised.