25SEP2026 – Quote of the Day

Under the little crosses where they rise

The soldier rests. Now round him undismayed

The cannon thunders, and at night he lies

At peace beneath the eternal fusillade.

I love to think that if my blood should be

So privileged to sink where his has sunk,

I shall not pass from Earth entirely

But when the banquet rings, when healths are drunk,

Be mindful of the men they were, and raise

Your glasses to them in one silent toast.

Alan Seeger