University of Notre Dame - Dome Yearbook (Notre Dame, IN)

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BEHIND A HILL the shields stir; colors flash, beading the sun, and a man steps over the rise, foot thrust forward, sword drawn Cuchulain of Muirthemne, High King of Ulster and of the spirit of men who fight. For man, coming upon the new-found places, must take the land for his own, and pass on, searching, fighting, for the right to own and people. Man the warrior, observe his slow winding, like rivers moving to a mighty sea, flinging out upon the wave beat: the spent legions of Alexander, intent upon Asia; the phantom trails of Boone, coming and passing through the land, as the wind brushes the pines; stacatto rolls of cavalry raids in the South; and the tongs of tracer fire at planes diving in a rainy sky. These are the forms of fighting men of all the ages. Mark them well: the blood rises, and they fight to defend right, to prosecute that which is just but not always. And ebbing, then tiding at sudden moments, death, too, in its own way, will come. And above the cities of the plateau, man the warrior will drop his shield and fall, a giant, his blood running out on the ground, losing itself in legend to the quiet-living people who will come and look in wonder on its stain. 26

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Look up today, brother, look up and out into the faces of your friends. Know them well, see the various shapes of them, the color of their hair and eyes, the strength of their laughing, and try to know the ways of their souls. Remember this day, this moment; its time and place will come back to you in the later days. Its feeling, the gathering of the men who are your friends and brothers, laughing, drinking, with you, saying the words of gathered men this feeling will well up some day and you will be glad to remember the way one talked, how one smiled or nodded his head, how 28