... but I can write about my friends whose names are on it ... which I recall: ~NAMES I RECALL~ Names I Recall; many years ago I saw them fall, saw young souls go : the Youth who served their God, to heaven; or atheists' sons sacrificially given. Or cross, or magen, or crescent show on Liberty's beaches staked banners glow. "I will!" each answered, when asked: "Who'll go?" We hallow and remember those monuments, 'graven: Names I Recall. We died but as one single Death; our Mourning sobs one tear, one breath. Never-ending Hope reigns in our one heart: far from battles, Reunion , ne'er to part. " For Freedom " the list will longer grow : Names I Recall. [[I have used Rondeaux here as the poem form, also used by Col.John McRea, in "Flanders Field" ]] Forty-five years! It still won't fade away! ~ No Desert Poppies ~ In desert sands no poppies grow. Unmarked, their crosses, row on row. Young life cut down, Youth tarries, dead. Hope hovers high; mem'ries un-fled, still held despite the fate we'll know. 'Spite death, love lives - unbowed - to show yon lives the way Justice must flow, 'though ardor and fervor have yet yielded no desert poppies. Truth rose, fought darkness, met its foe, wrestled, won; failed, and rose again. So guard its journey 'mid blackness wide. Still burns its torch ! Hold high with pride ! Cowards lack the will, 'though Heroes know no desert poppies.