This story says a lot of a mom, a son is proud of.
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(Note: there are no "official" words to Taps above are the most popular.)
Thanks for the ping. God Bless this mother and parents like her. They are the unsung heroes "keeping the home fires burning".
Thank you.
Mrs. Argel, there's nothing I can say. I'm sorry for your loss. And I'm sorry that you have to deal with this nonsense in the midst of your grief. God bless you and your family.
Everyone should write their congressmen and Senators requesting legislation protecting the good name of our armed forces. It should be illegal to use the name or image of a deceased or injured military personell without the express written persmission of the serviceman or next of kin. The servicemen I have talked to believe it would be slanderous to have their name used in association with anti-war groups such as those in Crawford.
Thank God for this hero and his loved ones! bump!
Thanks for letting me see this.
I was born during WWII. That means that the generation
of adults who helped raised me were the men and women who
fought overseas, in really nasty, difficult battles and places. I knew men who lived in misery and difficulty due to their battle wounds and scars. Men on crutches and wheelchairs at the grocery were commonplace sights to me as were missing arms, eyes, noses, horrible scar tissue.
My teachers and coaches and Sunday School teachers and friends of my parents were people who led secret missions and bombed Germany, fought off the German Luftwaffe from B-17 gunner positions, flew B-24 missions, escaped from German prison camps, survived the Bataan Death March, eluded German forces in Europe after bailing out of a burning B-17, stormed beaches at Tarawa and Guadalcanal and Normandy. They passed out chocolate bars to German, French, British, filipino and Chinese children. The dodged Kamikaze planes on flattops and cruisers and destroyers. Yes, I knew men who did all of these things.
Hence, I have attended memorial services for many who fought Over There.
Taps still bring tears to my eyes and a giant lump to my throat.
God bless those for whom we blow taps today. I want the families of Those Who Are Not Coming Home to know that we mourn with them and thank and bless them for their sacrifices, as do we those made the Actual Sacrifices.
Taps is a reminder that we people of America owe another debt, one that we can never fully repay.
(I have not served. My tagline honors my son and my cousin.)