Give us Men!

Give us Men!
Men-from every rank,
Fresh and free and frank;
Men of thought and reading,
Men of light and leading,
Men of loyal breeding,
The nation’s welfare speeding;
Men of faith and not of fiction,
Men of lofty aim in action;
Give us Men-I say again,
Give us Men!

Give us Men!
Strong and stalwart ones;
Men whom highest hope inspires,
Men whom purest honor fires,
Men who trample self beneath them,
Men who make their country wreath them
As her noble sons,
Worthy of their sires;
Men who never shame their mothers,
Men who never fail their brothers,
True, however false are others:
Give us Men-I say again,
Give us Men!

Give us Men!
Men who, when the tempest gathers,
Grasp the standard of their fathers
In the thickest fight;
Men who strike for home and altar,
(Let the coward cringe and falter),
God defend the right!
True as truth the lorn and lonely,
Tender, as the brave are only,
Men who treat where saints have trod,
Men for Country, Home- and God:
Give us Men! I say again- again-
Give us Men!

Josiah Gilbert Holland

The Insurgency – Where are All the Men?

Dear Men: Over a decade ago, I gave up about 6 months of my life to earn some titles and macho bragging rights that I assumed (hoped, actually) would define me for the rest of my life.  Guys tend to do that: look for strength and meaning in titles, trophies, and tabs.  To say that this pursuit dominated my existence would generate the understatement of, well, the decade.  Still now, they’re cool I guess.  But, the coolness drastically diminishes as I move from one phase of life to the next.

Caught up in the here-and-now, I never considered how quickly those things would become the then-and-there.  So, now what?  Is that all there is to life: one endless string of here-and-nows that will eventually gather dust and leave us hoping everyone remembers our then-and-theres.

Maybe.