The meaning of Veterans Day is often lost today. Many people have a mistaken idea as to what this day signifies. Veterans Day is not only a day to remember those who have perished in the service of our nation but also a day to honor the living.
Remember to thank a member of our military serving now.
Remember to thank a living veteran today.
Remember to honor the meaning of this solemn day. Pause at 11:00 A.M. on the 11th day of the 11th month.
Video below the fold (hat tip to Western Hero):
Great video and reminder of the sacrifice.
ReplyDeleteTo all our Service Man and Women, serving our country all over the world. When that Bugle calls you to get out of bed in the morning, please know that you and our Dear VETERANS, from every branch of the service, and where ever you have served, Please know that you are appreciated. THANK YOU and GOD BLESS YOU.
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ReplyDeleteThanks, I'm shearing this with many.
God bless our vets!
ReplyDeleteVets everywhere thank you kind Lady!
ReplyDeletethank u AOW HAPPY VETS DAY!:) ALWAYS remember our beloved troops my friend~!:)
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ReplyDeleteFor this solemn day, comments must certainly pertain to the body of the blog post.
ReplyDeleteAnd God Bless The Greatest Generation, as they are damned near gone entirely.
ReplyDeleteBZ
Interesting: The last widow of the Great War: Devoted wife pays tribute to hero husband whose remarkable WWI story inspired [book and film] War Horse. Read the story at the link.
ReplyDelete_ Lanarkshire Mill Pond - December 1913 _
DeleteHeavy bundled sweaters dwarf the child within,
Jaunty caps obscure each face save giant grins,
Two cousins balance on their skates,
Link mittened hands and pose
Mid glide in the cold Scottish winds.
A brilliant radiant Edwardian December,
Proud grandfather skating backwards
Points his new Christmas camera
To catch young lads and carefree smiles
Skating in the brisk Lanarkshire air.
Six months to the day, a vast continent away:
Mistaken chauffeur driving backwards,
Gavrilo Princip points a borrowed pistol
To catch minor royalty and feint-grins
Waving in the sultry Sarajevo air.
Heavy brutal bombardments decimate battalions,
Once-jaunty teenagers from mill towns and crofts
Huddle in torrid Turkish trenches, link quivering hands,
Recall when younger joyful hands had gathered purple heather,
“Queen daisies growing in the tall red grass…
And bluebells tossing in transparent fields.”
Before going over the top. Up, up An exposed rocky cliff in remote Gallipoli.
~ Kathy Sanderson Zwick (born 1941)
“I came back with an idée fixe – never again should men be made to suffer as in these years of war.”
(Annals, 89) Hugh MacDiarmid - 1918
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[NOTE: The poet, Kathy Zwick (ne Sanderson) is a member of my high school class who has lived London, England and Belgium for most of the past fifty years. It was a great pleasure for both she and me to be reunited in 2008 after a fifty year absence from one another. Amazingly, though an ocean apart, we are better friends today than we were in the faraway school days.]
FT,
DeleteEvery military member whom I personally I know and every veteran whom I personally know do not relish combat -- especially those who have served in the heat of battle.
Sometimes war is unavoidable. Still, I wish that those who send the military into battle would consider the cost in lives and broken families.
Thank you to the men and women who have served, who are currently serving and to those who paid the ultimate price...it does not go unnoticed or unappreciated by us Conservative Republicans. ! Happy Veterans Day!
ReplyDelete_________ Madame Jeanette _________
ReplyDeleteMadame Jeanette, when the sun goes down
Sits at her door in the rush of the town
Waiting for someone each close of the day ––
Someone who fell at St. Pierre, they say.
Madame Jeanette, when the sun shines bright
Sits at her window and looks through the night
Listening for someone to pass down the way
For someone who sleeps at St. Pierre, they say.
Madame Jeanette, she will wait there, I know
Till her eyes have grown dim,
And her hair white as snow ––
Wait there, and watch there, till one of these days,
They take her to slumber in Pere la chaise ––
In Pere la chaise.
~ Alan Murray
My friend Ken passed away last year at 89 years of age. We were co-workers
ReplyDeletein the 1970s; he was a quiet balding man, a chemist. I heard from him some
10 years later and learned he was one of the survivors of the 318th Regimental
Combat Team, Battle of the Bulge. A chest full of medals and two frozen feet.
One of several of my old pals, gone now...from the greatest generation.
And those were the MEN of The Greatest Generation.
DeleteI fear we shall NOT see the likes of The Greatest Generation AGAIN in this country until it crashes, burns and then is challenged in recovery. It is the Depression that made The Greatest Generation tough and appreciative and courageous. They had no other choice.
BZ
Remember on Memorial Day when Obama said:
ReplyDelete"On this Memorial Day, as our nation honors its unbroken line of fallen heroes, and I see many of them in the audience here today."
Debbie
Right Truth
http://www.righttruth.typepad.com
Debbie,
DeleteI remember that one! Classic error in pronoun usage from a Harvard graduate. Sheesh.
Hey,
ReplyDeleteWhere is Warren when we need him?
Jon,
DeleteI have now taken out the trash.
Warren is overwhelmed these days with caregiving his wife and an injury he sustained on the job. Hard times for two of the best people I know!
Happy belated Veteran's Day to you!
ReplyDeleteHarrison,
DeleteThank you.