ginnyt wrote:
It is quickly approaching, that day when most mark the beginning of summer, the beginning of family vacations, a day off from work.
For me, I want to extend my sincere appreciation to all of our veterans, in particular those that stood up and said yes, I will go. I believe in America. I will fight for freedom. I am not talking about how just the wars were, if they were fought for good cause or in the right way.
Memorial Day used to be a solemn day of mourning, a sacred day of remembrance to honor those who paid the ultimate price for our freedoms. Businesses closed for the day. Towns held parades honoring the fallen, the parade routes often times ending at a local cemetery, where Memorial Day speeches were given and prayers offered up. People took the time that day to clean and decorate with flowers and f**gs the graves of those the fell in service to their country.
"Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic." -- General Logan - May 5, 1868
We need to remember with sincere respect those who paid the price for our freedoms; we need to keep in sacred remembrance those who died serving their country. We need to never let them be forgotten. However, over the years the original meaning and spirit of Memorial Day has faded from the public consciousness.
"If it is considered a holiday, why is it so? I consider it to be a national day of mourning. This is how we observe this day in our home. Because of what that day represents the rest of the days of the year are our holidays." -- F L Lloyd West Chester, Pa USA - February 26, 2000
On Memorial Day we need to stop and pay with sincere conviction our respects for those who died protecting and preserving the freedoms we enjoy, for we owe those honored dead more than we can ever repay.
This is an invitation to everyone, tell us your stories. Tell us about the one(s) that did not come home. And even if you are not a veteran, I bet you knew one or had one in your family.
It is quickly approaching, that day when most mark... (
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Thank you for appreciating my service as I do yours. We are steadily losing our values in this country, becoming disconnected from what made us a true voice of what is best for mankind, liberty, and what is often first to go is that respect for the sacrifices that created this great republic and gave the greatest act of love, giving all they were or ever would be to protect the right to "life, liberty, and the pursuit of liberty," the basics rights of humanity. No other nation has stood for this cause.
Bravo! Honestly, this needs to be somehow driven home to all who wish to live free. Maybe this is a good start.
I made a great friend in Orientation and we went through Basic, AIT, and then assignment to Viet Nam. We were amazed at our good fortune of remaining together. After return from an early patrol in country, maybe a few weeks there, I got called into the CO: I was reassigned to be a crypto-clerk in Saigon. I had no clue how to tell Mark what happened. We felt that only together could we survive. Beer was the only way (yes, a bit of cowardice on my part). When I told him, three sheets to the wind as he was, it seemed we both got instantly sober. He had that look. "What?" I asked, not really wanting to hear but more afraid of not knowing.
"Do you remember that time in AIT in Georgia I wanted to wade through the creek instead of risk crossing that log? and you said just one word, 'Look!''' I remembered. Water snakes were clearly visible. "I am not going to survive without our being together." Terrible thing is, I sort of felt that when I accepted the re-assignment. Of course, I did not know this for certain and my "Yes" was not agreement but being resigned to orders, yet....
A few moths later I got word that Mark was k**led in action, fell into a trap of punji stakes and never recovered, lingered about two days from the wounds. Meanwhile, I was in air-conditioning, eating extremely well, and never under direct threat;the only time I fired my weapon, in nine months, a forty-five, was to qualify.