GOD BLESS AMERICA!
GOD BE WITH AND PROTECT OUR BRAVE TROOPS WHO SACRIFICE THEIR ALL FOR US!
I THANK YOU BRAVE SOLDIERS, EVERY ONE!
Happy Memorial Day ping list!
Thanks for the ping :)
Thanks for another job well done, w33. And happy Memorial Day right back at you.
I spent this morning in Newburgh, NY with a friend and two veterans. One is 89 years old. He signed up on Dec. 8, 1941 and served as a navigator on a B-24 in the South Pacific. He came home in 1946.
The other gentleman served in Korea.
Four of us planted American Flags at gravesites at the local cemetery.
The number of newly interred WWII Veterans drove home the point that this most excellent generation of Americans is rapidly passing from the scene.
It frightened me, as well.
We represent the "act to follow," the feet for the too-large shoes.
We have a responsibility to carry on.
I pray to God we're up to the challenge.
And for all of those that have paid the ultimate sacrifice, thanks is not enough.
From one end of the world to the other, he has drained deep the chalice of courage. As I listened to those songs of the glee club, in memory's eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep through mire of shell-pocked roads; to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God.
I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light. And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe, against the filth of dirty foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropic disease, the horror of stricken areas of war.
General Douglas MacArthur's Farewell Speech
I am going to cross reference your thread to the Finest Menorial weekend thread OVER HERE
Will be up in a bit.. need to put together rest of AM greeting
I hope you have a great weekend Chris
This is a very good read. Thanks Writer.
Same to you and all, and a Memorial Day ping bump.
Thank you. Brought tears to my eyes.
Great read!!! I lack your writing skills---therefore---
attached below is message I received today! God Bless America!
"It is the VETERAN, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the VETERAN, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the VETERAN, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble.
It is the VETERAN, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the VETERAN, not ! the politician, Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the VETERAN, who salutes the Flag,
It is the veteran,
who serves under the Flag,
DEAR HEAVENLY FATHER, PLEASE GRANT THEM ETERNAL REST AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON THEM.
I don't know if you saw this in the news but it really impressed me. Funny, our US Senate/House took 2 days off as they couldn't work because of the expected storm.
On the ABC evening news, it was reported tonight that, because of the dangers from Hurricane Isabelle approaching Washington DC, the military members assigned the duty of guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were given permission to suspend the assignment.
They respectfully declined the offer, "No way, Sir!"
Soaked to the skin, marching in the pelting rain of a tropical storm, they said that guarding the Tomb was not just an assignment, it was the highest honor that can be afforded to a serviceperson.
The tomb has been patrolled continuously, 24 / 7, since 1930.
We can be very proud of our young men and women in the service no matter where they serve.
God Bless them.
Happy Memorial Day"
ON THIS DAY
The bugle has sounded
Its notes drift away.
This time now belongs to you….
Verse:
On this day for one brief moment
Hear the silence fill the air.
Think of those, who walked beside us; Now no longer there.
Then, don’t cry, but hear their laughter
For their spirit lives inside,
Let the mystic stream of mem’ry
Fill our hearts with pride!
Make us humble,
Make us knowing,
And reflect on what is done…
On this day
For now, forever
Make this nation one!
On this day,
For all the fallen,
Make this nation one!