Give names to the dead.
Do not merely erect monuments
Of blank hard granite,
And, carve thereon,
Letters spelling names
Of those who have
Marched the last march,
Gone down beneath
That lonesome bugle's call,
And the last slow
Salute of comrades.
Give names to the dead,
Call them brother and sister,
And remember them
As they were
As they would want
To be remembered,
Proud and prepared
To do their duty
As they had promised.
Make that their monument,
And never forget.