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r Nov 2014
Here, and over here -
The fortunate sons

Those who made it home
To fields and hills of native tongue
In the soil their people toiled
- They listen quietly when we come


There, and over there -
Beneath crossed lines too many

Still - they man the trenches
Along the Marne and Somme
Below the woods of Belleau
And the forest of Argonne

No sonnets in a foreign language
Rendered where they languish -
The distant rest far and away
In a cold November grave


We should remember
Here and there
The old lie -

And the young.

r ~ 11/11/14
In memory of poet
Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)
and all who gave.

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
Alber Jul 2017
A basketball playing professor of law
Took advantage of an opportunity he saw
He ran as a Hyde Park resident
And became our celebrated president.

Hyde Park the home of Argonne lab and the U of C
Fathered many Nobel Prize winners and nominees to be
More than Harvard, they cared not it would seem
They claimed to have a better football team.  

I'll have to renew my loaner card
Obama placed his library in our backyard
His presidential record there for all to see
What a waste, says Donald Trump
He doesn't mention me.
Paul d'Aubin Jun 2016
Il se dressait dans la verdure,
Telle une hampe pour les cieux.
C'était un séquoia géant
Venu des prairies d’Amérique
Et des forêts Algonquines.
Il avait voyagé en cale,
Soigné comme un voyageur,
Argenté, durant toute la traversée.
Il fut planté mais aussi fêté
En l’an mille huit cent quatre-vingt
Dans le parc du futur Casino,
Puis soigné par des jardiniers
Amoureux de leur métier.
En ces années s’affermissait enfin
La République, certes bien trop conservatrice,
Elle l’est d’ailleurs bien restée.
C’était quand même la République
Même à Luchon qui étincelait encore
Des feux et des ors de la fête impériale
Qui lui avait amenés
Tant de touristes au gousset rembourré
Et quand s’affermissait cette République
En cette «belle époque» des fortunés
Et d'exploitation éhontée
De tant d’autres laissés bien seuls
Par la naissance et sans instruction.
Mes aïeux Pyrénéens
Le virent planter et même pousser
Car en ces temps, encore,
Les sages et les doux prenaient plaisir
À observer et contempler
Les belles Dames en leur vêture
Et les arbres pousser peu à peu,
Jusqu’un jour à feindre de dépasser
La cime des ardoises Pyrénéennes.
Ce fut un Séquoia somptueux
Dès qu’il atteint ses vingt ans
En cette année dix-neuf cent
Alors que la compagnie du Midi
Faisait construire, non **** de lui
Le bel hôtel palace qui fut fini
En 1916, j’en ais la gorge serrée
Car la bas, tant de maçons
Ne le virent jamais construit
Et n’eurent pas le bonheur
D’admirer le grand Séquoia pousser
Car leur jeunesse fut  ravie
Là-bas en Argonne ou à Verdun
Où tant de jeunes hommes mourraient
Dans les tranchées de leur  dernier souffle.

Paul Arrighi
Man Jun 2023
Charred remains, of jungle burned:
Fire steeped, laotian leaves.
Who we lost, in what we earned;
For the love of ******,
Of sweet release.

Korean craters, Mexican invaders, &
The Boxer rebellion.
The sinking of Maine, the panamanian strait;
Meuse–Argonne, inherent freedom

Is there a place, for the peaceable to congregate?
Versailles, Geneva, Nuremberg, Tokyo.
What point to rules are made,
When no one follows them.
Bagram, Mai Lai, Tiananmen, the Chechen genocide

Is it merely in our nature;
To fight, and argue, divide?
We can conquer, but can we conquer
The lust that is
The love of tribe
A bitcoin that took
his lure to speck
then caught his poison
and stroked the lawn
with that argy bargy
he finely did roast his town
with jest
his infinite sequence  
there in a raffling wager
that pleased his mother's wish
with his audacity sooner
than they'd think again
in Argonne today.
A Fillabuster
John F McCullagh May 2019
My heart was full of joy that night; I’d just received good news:
I’d learned that my request for flight training had been approved.
That night was warm and the sweet scent of flowers filled the air.
As we sat in the Bloch arena, Navy bands for battle did prepare.
Bands from the Tennessee, the Pennsylvania and the Argonne played.
and no one in that audience gave a thought to an air raid.
Pearl Harbor was too shallow for torpedo planes to strike.
Or so we had been told and did believe till morning’s light

I’d had an ice cold beer (or two) to celebrate my good news.
My shipmates from Arizona sat beside me in the pews.
Our ship’s band was believed to be the finest in the fleet.
The surviving band tonight would be the foe they had to beat.

The golden sun had long since set in the Pacific sea.
Perhaps that was a harbinger of what was yet to be.
In just a few short hours hence did hell on earth arrive.
Though I was thrown from the burning deck, no band members survived.

The Arizona sank so fast; Eleven hundred died.
I watched from the oil-slicked water as their second wave arrived.
This was the day of infamy that entered into lore.
The last sweet strains of peace had been played the night before.
( This poem is told from the point of view of Louis Conter who was an able ****** on the USS Arizona and who had just been accepted into the Naval Flight training program. He survived the attack on Pearl Harbor and served in the war as a Navy pilot.

PEARL HARBOR (NNS) -- The U.S. Pacific Fleet Band honored the members of U.S. Navy Band Unit (NBU) 22, the last band to ever serve on the battleship USS Arizona, during a commemoration concert at the USS Arizona Memorial Visitor Center at the World War II Valor in the Pacific National Monument in Pearl Harbor Dec. 5.

According to U.S. Pacific Fleet's website, the following is an account of NBU 22's activities prior to and the day of Dec. 7, 1941:

"On the night of Dec. 6, 1941, there was a band competition called the 'Battle of Music' at Bloch Arena on Naval Station Pearl Harbor. It featured Navy bands from 'capitol ships' homeported in Pearl Harbor and those attached to shore installations in Hawaii. The USS Arizona band had already won the first round Sept. 13, 1941, and was not scheduled to play again until the final competition.

During the elimination tournament on the evening of Dec. 6, bands from the USS Pennsylvania (BB 38), USS Tennessee (BB 43) and USS Argonne (AG 31) competed against one another. Several members of the USS Arizona band attended the contest to see their upcoming competition and to visit with School of Music shipmates in the Tennessee band.

On the morning of Dec. 7, 1941, while the band from the USS Nevada (BB 36) played 'Morning Colors,' the Japanese surprise attack on Pearl Harbor occurred. The entire USS Arizona Band, while at battle stations passing ammunition under gun turret number one, was killed in the attack. In the weeks to follow, all the bands that had participated in the 'Battle of Music' voted to posthumously award the tournament trophy to Navy Band Unit 22, renaming it the 'Arizona Trophy.'"
Rompons ! Ce que j'ai dit, je ne le reprends pas.

Puisque je le pensai, c'est donc que c'était vrai.

Je le garderai jusqu'au jour où je mourrai,

Total, intégral, pur, en dépit des combats


De la rancœur très haute et de l'orgueil très bas.

Mais comme un fier métal qui sort du minerai

De vos nuages à la fin je surgirai,

Je surgis, amitiés d'ennuis et de débats...


O pour l'affection toute simple et si douce

Où l'âme se blottit comme en un nid de mousse !

Et fi donc de la sale « âme parisienne » !


Vive l'esprit français, d'Artois jusqu'en Gascogne

De la Champagne et de l'Argonne à la Bourgogne

Et vive un cœur, morbleu ! dont un cœur se souvienne !

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