Written by: Mike Hughes
Most folks in the country think that Memorial Day is the kick-off to summer…so I pulled a little history in case some do not realize or forgot why we have this day. Soldiers have died and are dying believing they are doing what is best for the country and our freedoms (it doesn’t matter if you agree or not agree with the current battles and why we are fighting) we need to remember those that gave their lives so that we can live like we do. Always remember: “Freedom isn’t Free”
Memorial Day originated in the aftermath of the Civil War, during which more American soldiers died than in any other war before or since. It has become a day on which the dead of all wars and the dead generally, are remembered in special programs held in cemeteries, churches, and other public meeting places. In 1971, Congress designated the last Monday in May as the national Memorial Day holiday.
Many people confuse Memorial Day and Veterans Day. Memorial Day is a day for remembering and honoring military personnel who died in the service of their country, particularly those who died in battle or as a result of wounds sustained in battle.
While those who died are also remembered on Veterans Day, Veterans Day is the day set aside to thank and honor ALL those who served honorably in the military – in wartime and in peacetime.
If you would like to know what is going on near you, visit the State Veterans websites:
Please take time to remember the fallen, remember to buy a Poppy from the Veteran
groups around town and on our campuses; all the money goes to the Veterans for programs to help Veterans.
“In Flanders Fields” Written in by John McCrae (1915) after witnessing the carnage of WWI John McCrae wrote “In Flanders Fields.” McCrae, a Canadian, was a medical officer in the Boer War and World War I. http://www.va.gov/opa/speceven/memday/
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.