Today is Memorial Day, a time to honor our heroes.  Attached a poem from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to remember the dead and motivate the living...

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream!

For the soul is dead that slumbers

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined and or way;

But to act,

That much to-morrow

Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave.

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no future, however pleasant!

Let the dead past bury its dead!

Act, act in the living present!

Heart within and God overhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints that perhaps another,

Sailing o'er life's solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labour and to wait.

(Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)