Memorial Day
- C W Johnson
We walked among the crossesIn Israel, a country racked by perpetual war, they sound the air raid siren on their Day of Remembrance. For two minutes, the country is silent. For two minutes, all traffic stops. For two minutes, all conversations pause. For two minutes, the country stands in solidarity and remembers those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Where our fallen soldiers lay.
And listened to the bugle
As TAPS began to play.
The Chaplin led a prayer
We stood with heads bowed low.
And I thought of fallen comrades
I had known so long ago.
They came from every city
Across this fertile land.
That we might live in freedom.
They lie here 'neath the sand.
I felt a little guilty
My sacrifice was small.
I only lost a little time
But these men lost their all.
Now the services are over
For this Memorial Day.
To the names upon these crosses
I just want to say,
Thanks for what you've given
No one could ask for more.
May you rest with God in heaven
From now through evermore.
Perhaps in Matawan-Aberdeen, we, too, could give a "little time" for our heroes who "lost their all". God Bless the men and women who fell in defense of our country and our liberties. God Bless their families who bear the burden of their sacrifices. May we never forget. >>> Read more!
5 comments:
As veteran and proud American I thank the Aberdeener for his thoughtful Memorial Day message.
Semper Fi
Thank you nsectionjoe and all the veterans who have served our Country and keep us free.
God bless you all and watch over all who continue to serve.
Let me add my thanks to all those who have served. I grew up an Army brat and am a former Army wife. I have a deep respect for anyone willing to serve and also those families who support them.
The saying is true:
Freedom isn't free.
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.
— John McCrae
I give thanks to all that have given the ultimate sacrifice, and to their families. And thanks to all veterans who have served America.
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