Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day.
The brave die never, though they sleep in dust: Their courage nerves a thousand living men.
On Memorial Day we come together as Americans to let these families and veterans know that they are not alone. We give thanks for those who sacrificed everything so that we could be free. And we commit ourselves to upholding the ideals for which so many patriots have fought and died.
Don't forget who your heroes are, what they mean to you, and why they mean that to you.
The United States and the freedom for which it stands, the freedom for which they died, must endure and prosper. Their lives remind us that freedom is not bought cheaply. It has a cost; it imposes a burden. And just as they whom we commemorate were willing to sacrifice, so too must we - in a less final, less heroic way - be willing to give of ourselves.
Brave men are all vertebrates; they have their softness on the surface and their toughness in the middle.
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.
On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation!
We should not take a Memorial Day recess until we pass a proper memorial for the slain students in Littleton, Colorado, and other school gun tragedies.
Love for one's country is part of faith.
Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.
Anyone who does anything to help a child in his life is a hero to me.
Canada is lacking two things. It's true. Don't make me say it again. The first is Olympic Heroes [. . . ] The second thing that Canada is lacking is Memorial Day, which is today by the way, where we in the States celebrate our war heroes by having barbeques. And I realize here in Canada you can't have barbeques because you'd probably be attacked by a moose, or caribou, or even a grizzly.
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth.
Their own souls rose and cried Alarum when they heard the sudden wail Of stricken freedom and along the gale Saw her eternal banner quivering wide.
Looking across this field, we see the scale of heroism and sacrifice. All who are buried here understood their duty. All stood to protect America. And all carried with them memories of a family that they hoped to keep safe by their sacrifice.
I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free.
The best road to progress is freedom's road.
It is well that war is so terrible. We should grow too fond of it.
With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.