Post by Xavier Douglas on May 22, 2009 13:05:13 GMT -5
Every year just at the start of when everyone is ready for summer and to go camping, there is one weekend that comes that gives everyone at least three days, some longer to play. For some it is not about the long weekend, its remembering our friends, our family who have gave their all in all the Wars. Sons, Daughters, Brothers, Sisters, Husbands, Wives what ever they might be to you, including friends who might as well be that family of choice, that we reflect on their commitment to defend what we have and to give others that chance to have....Liberty and Freedom
Decoration Day was to remember the fallen in the War between the States, American Civil War. After World War I that it was expanded to include American casualties of any war or action. It was in WW I that a Lt. Col watch a friend die and presided over his funeral. This poem many have said he wrote and then ripped out of his note book only to have a fellow officer save it and then had it published.
When you see a Veteran standing out side of a store this weekend, just stop. Thank them, put a few coins into the can and take that poppy that has been made by a disabled Veteran. They gave up much and still with us as the reminder of the cost of war. If you are so inclined to wish to help look into other organizations that focus on our Warriors.
In that vein we will remember the ones lost. Nothing will take the pain, and we only can comfort the living and help them remember the best of their Soldier, Marine, Sailor. I think I will leave this for you, something slightly new, of a reminder. It is Youtube but one of best recordings found that I like.
In Memory of the Fallen....Say a Prayer for Peace........
*some key info from wikipedia*
- M.L. Ferguson-Kandel May 2009
Decoration Day was to remember the fallen in the War between the States, American Civil War. After World War I that it was expanded to include American casualties of any war or action. It was in WW I that a Lt. Col watch a friend die and presided over his funeral. This poem many have said he wrote and then ripped out of his note book only to have a fellow officer save it and then had it published.
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.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
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.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
When you see a Veteran standing out side of a store this weekend, just stop. Thank them, put a few coins into the can and take that poppy that has been made by a disabled Veteran. They gave up much and still with us as the reminder of the cost of war. If you are so inclined to wish to help look into other organizations that focus on our Warriors.
In that vein we will remember the ones lost. Nothing will take the pain, and we only can comfort the living and help them remember the best of their Soldier, Marine, Sailor. I think I will leave this for you, something slightly new, of a reminder. It is Youtube but one of best recordings found that I like.
In Memory of the Fallen....Say a Prayer for Peace........
Till The Last Shot's Fired - Trace Adkins with the West Point Cadet Glee Club
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtYzefSPXCM
I was there in the winter of '64
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
Three hundred miles our trail had lead
We barely had time to bury our dead
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton hill was a living hell
When we called retreat it was almost dark
I died with a grapeshot in my heart
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
In June of 1944
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
Twenty-one and scared to death
My heart poundin' in my chest
I almost made the first seawall
When my friends turned and saw me fall
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
The mountains of Afghanistan
And I'm still hopin', waitin' prayin'
I did not die in vain
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set our spirits free
Let us lay down our guns
Sweet mother Mary we're so tired
But we can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
'Til the last shot's fired
Choir:
Say a prayer for peace (for peace)
For our daughters and our sons
Set our spirits free (set us free)
Let us lay down our guns
Trace:
Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
But we can't come home (No we can't come home)
Choir:
'Til the last shot's fired
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtYzefSPXCM
I was there in the winter of '64
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
Three hundred miles our trail had lead
We barely had time to bury our dead
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton hill was a living hell
When we called retreat it was almost dark
I died with a grapeshot in my heart
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
In June of 1944
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
Twenty-one and scared to death
My heart poundin' in my chest
I almost made the first seawall
When my friends turned and saw me fall
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
The mountains of Afghanistan
And I'm still hopin', waitin' prayin'
I did not die in vain
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set our spirits free
Let us lay down our guns
Sweet mother Mary we're so tired
But we can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
'Til the last shot's fired
Choir:
Say a prayer for peace (for peace)
For our daughters and our sons
Set our spirits free (set us free)
Let us lay down our guns
Trace:
Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
But we can't come home (No we can't come home)
Choir:
'Til the last shot's fired
*some key info from wikipedia*
- M.L. Ferguson-Kandel May 2009
