


Above the "Mourning Wolfhound Irish Brigade Monument" at Gettysburg. On Okinawa the Irish Brigade aka the "Fighing Irish" 69th NYNG fought as the 165th Infantry Regiment.
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/03/17/opinion/the-flute-the-flute-is-calling.html
IN a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet | |
There is a new-made grave to-day, | |
Built by never a spade nor pick | |
Yet covered with earth ten metres thick. | |
There lie many fighting men, | 5 |
Dead in their youthful prime, | |
Never to laugh nor love again | |
Nor taste the Summertime. | |
For Death came flying through the air | |
And stopped his flight at the dugout stair, | 10 |
Touched his prey and left them there, | |
Clay to clay. | |
He hid their bodies stealthily | |
In the soil of the land they fought to free | |
And fled away. | 15 |
Now over the grave abrupt and clear | |
Three volleys ring; | |
And perhaps their brave young spirits hear | |
The bugle sing: | |
“Go to sleep! | 20 |
Go to sleep! | |
Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell. | |
Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor, | |
You will not need them any more. | |
Danger’s past; | 25 |
Now at last, | |
Go to sleep!” | |
There is on earth no worthier grave | |
To hold the bodies of the brave | |
Than this place of pain and pride | 30 |
Where they nobly fought and nobly died. | |
Never fear but in the skies | |
Saints and angels stand | |
Smiling with their holy eyes | |
On this new-come band. | 35 |
St. Michael’s sword darts through the air | |
And touches the aureole on his hair | |
As he sees them stand saluting there, | |
His stalwart sons; | |
And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill | 40 |
Rejoice that in veins of warriors still | |
The Gael’s blood runs. | |
And up to Heaven’s doorway floats, | |
From the wood called Rouge Bouquet, | |
A delicate cloud of buglenotes | 45 |
That softly say: | |
“Farewell! | |
Farewell! | |
Comrades true, born anew, peace to you! | |
Your souls shall be where the heroes are | 50 |
And your memory shine like the morning-star. | |
Brave and dear, | |
Shield us here. | |
Farewell!” |