Monday, May 27, 2019
Do not forget. . .
Those who lived and died for the cause of our nation did not live in vain or die in vain. I remember the tears flowing down cheeks of men and women, the aged and the children. I remember the jerk of my neck to each volley of the gun salute. I remember running over to where these men stood and shot their weapons -- to pick up the spent brass shells. Not in vain did they live or fight or die... not in vain... In towns across America the old ritual of Memorial Day took place. The VFW and American Legion saw to it. So did the people whose grandfathers, fathers, and sons left waving their hands only to return in boxes covered with flags. Not in vain, no sir, they did not die in vain...
This weekend I thought of it all again and of my father whose grave has now been decorated for 5 years. And tears filled my eyes... a part of me wanted to be back there fifty years ago, led by my Dad and people like him, to remember with white crosses, solemn salutes, cracks of rifles, and the sad but noble strains of Taps... remembering and never forgetting the men (and women) who served our nation by making the greatest of sacrifices... for you... for me... But here I am remembering him, the sacrifices of our vets, especially those whose bodies fell on battlefields far away, and hoping that I am reminding the world not to forget. . .