Two stanzas from For The Fallen, by Laurence Binyon
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
…
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Read the entire poem here.
Staff Sgt. T.J. Lobraico
November 23, 1990-September 5, 2013
Reading to the Core 
Such a powerful poem. Thank you for sharing, Catherine. And my condolences to the loved ones of the handsome and brave young Staff Sergeant.
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A poem worth reading and rereading. I’m so sorry to read of Staff Sgt. Lobraico’s passing.
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Condolences to the family of this brave young man. Such beautiful words to close this beautiful poem:
“As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.”
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I have a very close friend who serves in the elite forces in Europe, and my thoughts always go out to him whenever he is assigned in the Middle East. Your post today made me think of him again. Sending light and love to this soldier’s family. My favorite lines from the poem:
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
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Wow, such a powerful poem. I’m sorry for the loss of Staff Sgt. Lobraico.
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Those two stanzas capture such a feeling of loss and despair. And that one young man whose life has been ended too soon by the madness of war is just one star in a whole skyful of stars…beautiful lights we’ve lost from our earth and our lives…
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My condolences to the family of Staff Sgt. Lobraico. This poem is very fitting for the occasion and very moving!
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