May 10th belongs to the veterans of the Confederacy. Yesterday was the day of the veterans of the nation. Those men who fought the first American war on European soil in the strenuous period of 1917 and 1918 deserve our tribute, our profound respect and our enduring love.
They died those who did die, to curb a spirit rising in Germany, which had no place in modern civilization, a civilization turning more to pure democracy than more of us here in America realize and more perhaps than most of us appear to welcome.
Developments since the close of the war have convinced us that, terrible as the last war was, it did not entirely, through either fear, shame or conscience, turn the world completely to human brotherhood. They found a worthy battle, however, in what must become a long campaign, perhaps through the centuries for ethical and honest human intercourse, which is, in the last analysis nothing more or less than the golden rule.
Their works will live. Today we renew the reminder:
“To you, from falling hands we throw
The Torch—be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Field.”
From the editorial page of The Durham Sun, Sunday morning, May 31, 1925
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