‘Memorial Day or Decoration Day is a federal holiday in the United States for remembering the people who died while serving in the country’s armed forces…Many people visit cemeteries and memorials, particularly to honor those who have died in the military services.’ Wikipedia
My father was a World War II Veteran. His service was in the Pacific Theatre.
The sacrifice of or veterans, to ensure our safety and domestic tranquility, is a sacrifice like no other and, often, the ultimate sacrifice.
I have heard the contrast of life in service to our country…and in conflict and war…being as if you were in a different world than the people that are back home…and that you are fighting for.
The courageous veterans that have fought and died for our country…are illustrative of our, beautiful Melting Pot of peoples that have made the United States their home.
The tombstones are silent reminders of those whose young lives were cut short.
All races and creeds and colors and faiths…have fought and died for our beloved flag. We love what it stands for and we are constantly working to achieve and attain its promise!
‘In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crossed, 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, thought poppies grow
In Flanders fields.’
In Flanders Fields By John McCrae
