Remembering .....

MEMORIAL DAY 2012

Least we forget.........


Memorial Day


As we stand here looking
At the flags upon these graves
Know these flags represent
A few of the true American brave
They fought for their Country
As man has through all of time
Except that these soldiers lying here
Fought for your country and mine
As we all are gathered here
To pay them our respect
Let’s pass this word to others
It’s what they would expect
I’m sure that they would do it
If it were me or you
To show we did not die in vein
But for the red, white and blue.
Let’s pass on to our children
And to those who never knew
What these soldiers died for
It’s the least we can do
Let’s not forget their families
Great pain they had to bear
Losing a son, father or husband
They need to know we still care
No matter which war was fought
On the day that they died
I stand here looking at these flags
Filled with American pride.
So as the bugler plays out Taps
With its sweet and eerie sound
Pray for these soldiers lying here
In this sacred, hallowed ground.
Take home with you a sense of pride
You were here Memorial Day.
Celebrating the way Americans should
On this solemnest of days.

For Michael

Dear friends,

When Mommy was a junior in high school in 1965, one of her teachers, asked her students if they could write a boy she taught years before, who was in Vietnam and had no family. Mommy said yes. She wrote Michael and that started a two year correspondence that went back and forth. At Christmas of 1966 he sent Mommy a Christmas card made out of silk fabric. Mommy still has it tucked away with her special things. In 1967 right before she graduated, the letters stopped coming. Nobody knew why he had stopped writing. Mommy was very sad. Even her teacher could find nothing out. So Mommy always wondered and worried.

In 1991, the year before he died, Mommy's dear Uncle Bennie, a veteran of WW2, wanted to see the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington DC. So she and Uncle Bennie drove there and went to see it. Mommy could still walk then and spent hours reading the names of all our fallen service men on that wall that goes on and on and never seems to end. Then she found him. Michael had died in 1967 in Vietnam. It still hurts when she thinks about him.


Mommy was sent the link below. She thinks it is a wonderful idea. It's a win-win situation. 

 http://news.yahoo.com/video/world-15749633/stray-dogs-find-a-home-with-soldiers-29197325.html#crsl=%252Fvideo%252Fworld-15749633%252Fstray-dogs-find-a-home-with-soldiers-29197325.html

Please say a prayer for all that lost their lives to make us free.

God bless.....Mona for the Mommy