Most of you are probably not even close to surprised to see that I would do a post about Memorial Day. Being a retried Army spouse and all. We have freedoms today in the United States because of brave men and woman laying down their lives for us.
A heartfelt thank you for all those that lost a love one so we could have the blessed freedom that we have today goes out to all of you. But, at the same time that just does not seem to me to be enough. I know how it is to live with a person that decided to write his life for that freedom. I was lucky enough to have him home safe with me. I can never imagine what those that have lost their loved ones feel. A thank you just seems so..so…weak.
I learned something new today. I learned why our veterans sell the poppies outside of Walmart (for us it is). It was a very interesting read. In 1865 woman and other religious organizations started to put poppies on top of graves of Union Soldiers and in 1915 after a publication of In Flander’s Field, by Lt. Colonel John McCrae they started wearing them too. I will have a copy of the poem at the end of this article.
As you go about your day today please stop and think of the freedoms that you have today and how we got those freedoms. Think of all of the men and woman who gave their lives up for those freedoms. They wrote a check to the government because they believed that this country was worth that check.
Thank you all again for giving up your life so I can have the freedom to write what I want on this blog without any persecution from anyone, that I can write about Jesus, that I can go to church and worship Jesus. That I don’t have to hide anything from anyone, that I can be myself. Thank you to the families that gave up their loved ones so we can have these freedoms. Thank you for paying the sacrifice. I know that my thank you is not enough. That it is weak, but that is all that I have. I have my gratefulness, and my thanks.
Please remember them all!
In Flander’s Field
By Lt. Col. John McCrae, 1915
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
Lt. Col. John McCrae is buried in Wimereux, France after succumbing to pneumonia in 1918