{"id":296241,"date":"2025-06-02T12:00:44","date_gmt":"2025-06-02T11:00:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=296241"},"modified":"2025-05-27T08:33:14","modified_gmt":"2025-05-27T07:33:14","slug":"i-remember","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2025\/06\/i-remember\/","title":{"rendered":"I Remember"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_296242\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/us-soldier-.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-296242\" class=\"wp-image-296242\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/us-soldier-.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"272\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/us-soldier-.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/us-soldier--300x136.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/us-soldier--768x349.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-296242\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">&#8220;I remember the weight of life and death at the end of our guns.&#8221;<br \/>Photo: Chris Hondros\/Getty Images<\/p><\/div>\n<blockquote><p><em>26 May 2025 &#8211; A Poem<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I remember the heat.<br \/>\nA dry, suffocating torrent.<br \/>\nThe blazing, burning sun<br \/>\nbaking the tarmac.<br \/>\nNo clouds, no trees,<br \/>\njust a furnace of hate.<br \/>\nI feel the hate.<br \/>\nI remember the heat.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the dust.<br \/>\nFilling our nostrils, caking our mouths.<br \/>\nIt rained from the sky<br \/>\nand rose from the ground.<br \/>\nWith every turn of the tire<br \/>\nand step of the foot there was dust.<br \/>\nDust, everywhere dust.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the heaviness.<br \/>\nThe helmet pressing on my head,<br \/>\nthe armor squeezing my chest.<br \/>\nI remember the weight of life and death<br \/>\nat the end of our guns.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the fear.<br \/>\nAboard the eight-wheeled coffin,<br \/>\nsurrounded by a thin shield of steel.<br \/>\nThe fear of the streets.<br \/>\nThe fear of the smiling people.<br \/>\nThe fear of no return.<\/p>\n<p>I remember their faces.<br \/>\nSo young and so stoic.<br \/>\nWhy couldn\u2019t they have been old men?<br \/>\nNot the young.<br \/>\nNot the young who would never grow old.<br \/>\nI remember their faces.<br \/>\nI cannot forget their faces.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the loss.<br \/>\nThe searing pain of the unfilled boots,<br \/>\nthe solemn speeches,<br \/>\nthe lowered ramp and the flag-draped coffin.<br \/>\nA hole so deep in my heart<br \/>\nonly God could fill it.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the letters.<br \/>\nWritten again, and again,<br \/>\nand again, and again.<br \/>\nWhen will the letters stop?<br \/>\nWhy were they so young and stoic<br \/>\nand brave and caring?<br \/>\nWhat will I say this time?<\/p>\n<p>I remember the sorrow.<br \/>\nThe sound of \u201cTaps\u201d on the hillside<br \/>\ncovered with the graves of heroes.<br \/>\nA tearful widow, a weeping child,<br \/>\na folded flag.<br \/>\nI remember the sorrow<br \/>\nso clearly.<\/p>\n<p>Their shadows grow dim<br \/>\nand I fight to remember.<br \/>\nTheir stories grow old<br \/>\nand I must fight to remember.<\/p>\n<p>They gave everything.<br \/>\nThe least I can do is remember.<br \/>\nI remember. I must remember.<br \/>\nI must always remember.<\/p>\n<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/www.rsn.org\/001\/i-remember-a-poem.html\" >Go to Original &#8211; rsn.org<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>26 May 2025 &#8211; A Poem &#8211; &#8220;I remember the weight of life and death at the end of our guns.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":296242,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[1169,868,95],"class_list":["post-296241","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-format","tag-death","tag-poetry","tag-us-military"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296241","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=296241"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296241\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":296247,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296241\/revisions\/296247"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/296242"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=296241"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=296241"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=296241"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}