We are the lost.

I wanted to post the video of Libera  singing "We Are the Lost," based on the poem "In Flanders Fields," but embedding has been disabled for some reason.  The song is beautifully done, so do jump over to You Tube and watch the video.

There's just one sad little irony in all this. The lyrics do not follow the poem entirely, faithfully. The lyricist has removed the line, "Take up our quarrel with the foe."

If we refuse to confront our foes, either out of cowardice or some misguided notion that pretending we have no enemies will make them go away quietly, then we have already broken faith with all those who died for our freedoms. We are the lost.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

from his poem "For the Fallen" by Laurence Binyon. Read the entire poem here.
On a related note, do read this piece by David Warren. "The quarrel"
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