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Memorial Day: Honor & Remember
Honoring Memorial Day: On Monday, May 25th, we honor the brave men and women who served this great country and paid the ultimate price by giving up their lives so we can live free.
We honor and remember those who returned as survivors, witnesses, patriots, scarred.
We honor all our servicemen/women around the world. Originally called Decoration Day, this special holiday began in response to the great loss of life during the American Civil War, which, at its conclusion in 1865, had claimed the lives of over 620,000 men.
In the early days, women would place flowers on the graves of fallen soldiers. By 1868, Major General John A. Logan designated it as an official day of remembrance. In 1971, it became a federal holiday.
In case you don’t know this, Memorial Day honors American servicemen/women who lost their lives at war, while Veterans Day honors all who served, alive and otherwise.
I hope that as we grill, picnic, or enjoy being with family and friends today, we take a moment to remember why we honor Memorial Day.
Each casualty of war or MIA leaves behind loved ones, family members, and memories of what could have been.
How do we ever forget the pain and suffering inflicted on both victor and vanquished?
While one side might claim victory, the loss of life and the deepening resentments that come from warring create animosity and a spirit of revenge.
War is devastating, and its scars are indelible. So, when we raise our hands in salute to our heroes, let us also raise them in a gesture of peace.
In Flanders Fields By John McCrae – 1872-1918
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. via poets.org
Decoration Day By Henry Wordsworth Longfellow
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
On this Field of the Grounded Arms,
Where foes no more molest,
Nor sentry’s shot alarms!
Ye have slept on the ground before,
And started to your feet
At the cannon’s sudden roar,
Or the drum’s redoubling beat.
But in this camp of Death
No sound your slumber breaks;
Here is no fevered breath,
No wound that bleeds and aches.
All is repose and peace,
Untrampled lies the sod;
The shouts of battle cease,
It is the Truce of God!
Rest, comrades, rest, and sleep!
The thoughts of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.
Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours. via hwlongfellow.org
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