This Memorial Day in the U.S., we take a break from our busy work week to pause and honor the men and women who gave their lives in military service.

We remember.

Thank you, Hildi, for being kind enough to share these photographs of your father's World War II scrapbook.

This is an excerpt from the poem On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines by William Vaughn Moody. It was written in 1899. Sadly, it is still relevant today.

Streets of the roaring town,
Hush for him, hush, be still!
He comes, who was stricken down
Doing the word of our will.
Hush! Let him have his state,
Give him his soldier's crown.
The grists of trade can wait
Their grinding at the mill,
But he cannot wait for his honor, now the trumpet has been blown.
Wreathe pride now for his granite brow, lay love on his breast of stone.

Toll! Let the great bells toll
Till the clashing air is dim.
Did we wrong this parted soul?
We will make it up to him.
Toll! Let him never guess
What work we set him to.
Laurel, laurel, yes;
He did what we bade him do.
Praise, and never a whispered hint but the fight he fought was good;
Never a word that the blood on his sword was his country's own heart's-blood.

For the entire poem, go here.

Go here for information about proper storage of newspaper clippings.