Memorial Day

Thank You to All our Vets and Troops!!!!!!!

and especially to Bryan, glad you made it home!
and to John, hope you come home soon!!!!!!!:)

Yes!! Definitely an AMEN to all our troops and vets!! 🙂
We all need to pause, and reflect on what Memorial Day is all about.
Thanks, Suzanne, for remembering with this thread!!!

Perry

How the memorial day is remembered:
There are a few notable events. Since the late 50’s on the Thursday before Memorial Day, the 1,200 soldiers of the 3d U.S. Infantry place small American flags at each of the more than 260,000 gravestones at Arlington National Cemetery. They then patrol 24 hours a day during the weekend to ensure that each flag remains standing. In 1951, the Boy Scouts and Cub Scouts of St. Louis began placing flags on the 150,000 graves at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery as an annual Good Turn, a practice that continues to this day. More recently, beginning in 1998, on the Saturday before the observed day for Memorial Day, the Boys Scouts and Girl Scouts place a candle at each of approximately 15,300 grave sites of soldiers buried at Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania National Military Park on Marye’s Heights (the Luminaria Program). And in 2004, Washington D.C. held its first Memorial Day parade in over 60 years.

This Is Dedicated To My Friend Tony, A Proud Marine Who Struggles With One Of The Worst Cases Of Cidp.

I also would like to honor all of our Vets Past and Present. They give us so much pride and honor. My prayers are with all of them.

I also Honor my husband tomorrow, he was a Marine Veteran of the Vietnam War.

He spent 2 Tours of Duty in Vietnam, I am so proud of him and what he gave for this Country, 1965-1969, Semper Fi to my Marine.

Here’s Another One For My Friend Tony.

Also always remember the still MIA’S of every war. Their families need prayers too.

Another person I want to honor is my best Buddy from school, we got into so much trouble together. We drove the teachers nuts.

CPL. Robert S. Allen, United States Army

Killed In Action 5-5-68-Vietnam

I miss him. He was a great friend who would always be there for you when you needed him. Rest In Peace My Best Bud, Pal, Brother.

God bless them all.

With deep respect,
Marge

I would like to honor my husband…23 years in the Army, my father (Ret Army), and my father in law (Ret Army – 2 tours in Korean War and 1 tour in Vietnam). I guess I could include myself (Air Force and now married to the Army) but that seems immodest. 🙂

I would also like to honor all our friends – military and DOD civilian – lost in the Pentagon attack of 9/11 (where I almost lost my husband) and those also killed in the PA and NY attacks.

In loving memory of my husband who was a World War ll vet., and to all of the military from thr Revolutionary war through the Civil war to the Iraqui war for providing us the freedom we share here today.
I love you Brose.

This has been posted before but is worth posting again. Dedicated to both by Grandfathers, now deceased, who fought in World War 2.

WHAT IS A VET?

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg – or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul’s ally forged in the refinery of adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can’t tell a vet just by looking.

What is a vet?

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn’t run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She or he—is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another—or didn’t come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat—but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other’s backs.

He is the parade—riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean’s sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket—palsied now and aggravatingly slow—who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being—a person who offered some of his life’s most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That’s all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot, “THANK YOU.”

“It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.”

Father Dennis Edward O’Brien, USMC

Thank you, Father O’Brien, with prayerful thanks to the chaplins who comfort us.

Love,
Marge

(Jerimy, what a wonderful message. Thank you for posting it.)