I can't take any credit for this. My colleague, Rabbi Michael Latz, posted this on his Facebook page for today--Yom HaZikaron. I found it so moving that I wanted to share:

Day 18. Spiritual Guidance for an upside down world. Yom HaZikaron-

remembering everyone who has died in the quest for peace, a poem by Yonatan

Gefen, translated by  Amichai Lau-Levie.

Setting Up Camp

We found a place for the kitchen tent and a place for the supplies,

we made a campfire, with twigs of terebinth and wild berries,

we pitched tents and called for inspection

and we drank up the canteens and jugs.

we replenished our provisions and prepare our battle packs

and set guards to scare away the dread.

near the North Star, without praise or psalm

We discovered many ordinary stars.

We analyzed the battle, counted casualties,

encouraged the two who were wounded, so lightly,

we found a place for the kitchen tent and a place for the supplies,

we found a place for the medical tent, and a place for the stretchers,

but not a place where officers can cry.