Both camps seem to lose some dead weight today. Instead of a farewell speech, I think this poem contains some appropriate lines (highlight wisely).

Steps

As every blossom is doomed to decay, and youth
gives way to the old age, every stage of life,
every wisdom, every virtue has its prime
in due course and must not last forever.
At each call of life the heart needs to be
prepared to take farewell and to restart,
with fortitude and without grief,
daring new and different bonds.
And magic dwells in each beginning
to shelter us, to help us to live on.

We shall move from room through room all cheerfully
and cling to none as to a home.
This world’s spirit has no wish to chain or to constrain –
but to raise us higher, step by step, all widening.
Scarce are we endemic to a sphere of life,
accustomed to convenience, we slacken.
Only he who is ready and aiming for departure and travels
will free himself, unravel habituation, laming.

The hour of death might even
sent us emergent to new spheres.
Life’s call on us will never cease…
now then, oh heart, take leave and heal.