Memorial Day Monday.........
We will be observing Memorial Day here with little fanfare today.
To me, Memorial Day is not a day to celebrate and that's why I use the term, observing.
I try to take a bit and reflect on just what and whom we're Memorializing today.
Remember the long line of Veterans that gave all so we are able to enjoy the freedoms that we still have.
For now.
You may want to reflect on the fact that our current President is unable to find the time to follow the traditions of his betters and Honor those dead by laying a wreath at Arlington this weekend.
Good to see these guys picking up the slack for him.
They haven't forgotten and G-d bless each and everyone of our young folks in service now.
In Flanders Fields
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.
Here's where he was referring to-
"row on row".
We will be observing Memorial Day here with little fanfare today.
To me, Memorial Day is not a day to celebrate and that's why I use the term, observing.
I try to take a bit and reflect on just what and whom we're Memorializing today.
Remember the long line of Veterans that gave all so we are able to enjoy the freedoms that we still have.
For now.
You may want to reflect on the fact that our current President is unable to find the time to follow the traditions of his betters and Honor those dead by laying a wreath at Arlington this weekend.
Good to see these guys picking up the slack for him.
They haven't forgotten and G-d bless each and everyone of our young folks in service now.
In Flanders Fields
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.
Here's where he was referring to-
"row on row".
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