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Memorial Stadium in Lincoln,Nebraska, opened in 1923 to honor Nebraskans who served in multiple wars and has evolved into one of college football’s most iconic venues.

Origins​

Memorial Stadium was conceived shortly after World War I to replace Nebraska Field, the university’s first permanent football venue built in 1909, which had limited seating and wooden bleachers. In 1919, a memorial was proposed for Roscoe “Dusty” Rhodes, a football captain-elect killed in France, sparking campus enthusiasm for a larger stadium. The Nebraska Memorial Association was formed to fundraise, initially aiming for a complex including a stadium, gymnasium, museum, and assembly hall for veterans. Due to economic challenges, the project was scaled back to a stadium only, with architects John Latenser of Omaha and Ellery Davis of Lincoln donating their services. Construction began in mid-923, financed entirely by pledges from students, staff, alumni, and boosters, without state funding.

Dedication

The stadium’s name and purpose honor all Nebraskans who served in the Civil War, Spanish–American War, World War I, World War II, Korea, Vietnam, and Iraq, commemorating thousands of fallen soldiers. This dedication remains central to the stadium’s identity, reflecting the community’s respect for military service.
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Legacy​

Celebrating its 100th anniversary in 2023, Memorial Stadium stands as a testament to Nebraska’s football tradition, architectural evolution, and enduring community spirit. It continues to be recognized as one of the premier venues in college football, blending historical significance with modern amenities.
 
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The price for freedom isn’t free takes me back to when I was fifteen. My father was having issues and was in the VA in Cheyenne for a spell. I’ll always remember seeing that sign, And then going in the hospital and walking through the halls. When we would walk by the rooms,, many of the men who were in there were missing appendages. It was pretty sobering for my young eyes.
 
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
 
The price for freedom isn’t free takes me back to when I was fifteen. My father was having issues and was in the VA in Cheyenne for a spell. I’ll always remember seeing that sign, And then going in the hospital and walking through the halls. When we would walk by the rooms,, many of the men who were in there were missing appendages. It was pretty sobering for my young eyes.
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