In the ides of war, we demand victory, and They deliver victory. In the ides of peace, we demand vigilance, and They remain vigilant. In the ides of death we demand sacrifice, and They give sacrifice.
But who are they?
It is “They.” They that come from the farthest fields, the smallest towns, and the densest cities. They that have many colored faces and many toned voices. It is They whose hearts and bodies bear the burdens of our nation’s thoughts and other nations' perversions.
From our homeland’s shores to distant beaches. From the ships at moor to those in the breaches. Through trench and range, fighting for right and for change.
They are known and unknown, but They are the shoulders, the giants that we stand upon.
In this last Monday of May, on Memorial Day, we remember They.