Eulogy for a VeteranDo not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow.I am the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the Gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the mornings hush,I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight,I am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there, I did not die.- Author Unknown* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *It's The SoldierIt's the soldier, not the reporter Who has given us freedom of the PRESS. It's the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of SPEECH. It's the soldier, not the campus ORGANIZER, Who has given us the freedom to DEMONSTRATE It's the soldier, not the lawyer, Who has given us the right to a FAIR TRIAL. It's the soldier who salutes the flag, Serves under the flag And whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who gives the protester the right to burn the flag.Father D. E. O'Brien