“No person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave.”
Calvin Coolidge
Memorial
Day is a day in the United States where we honor those who died while
serving in the Armed Forces in our country. It is also a National
holiday that is observed the last Monday of May. Originally Memorial Day
was set as a day off to decorate the graves of those lost during war
time. Many still spend part of their day cleaning and decorating graves by putting flowers or an American Flag on their loved ones graves. For others, it means the
beginning of Summer and a well deserved day off to enjoy barbecues,
family, and friends.
For some, it is a hard day where they may grieve over a lost son,
daughter, husband, wife, father, mother, grandparent, friend, or
comrade in arms. These honorable men and woman were of all ages,
from early teens to old men during the Civil War to older teens and men and women in some of the later conflicts. When they
raised their hands pledging loyalty to our country, many didn’t
think about the sacrifice they may have to make. God bless them all
for protecting our country, our freedom, and our people.
Many
people go to Memorial day Observances in their home towns. That is how Joe and I spend
part of our Memorial Day and this morning was no exception. We headed
to downtown Augusta in the Olde Town section where the war monuments
are on display. We were glad to be able to finally go to a ceremony
since the last two years during Covid, there were none.
When
we arrived downtown, the police had blocked traffic in this area of
Broad Street. Walking up to Broad Street, we saw the large white tents that had been put up so the dignitaries could sit in the shade. As we walked up to the venue, we could hear a
bagpiper playing military music. We put our chairs in place for the
ceremony which is always done well. There were wreaths set up from
the different organizations near the podium.
The
hour long ceremony started and ended with a prayer. All in
attendance put their heads down during the prayers for all those lost. Their were service members from all services from the Fort Gordon
Installation Support Detachment who presented and raised the colors while
our National Anthem was played. Next they recognized all the
military Organizations that were present. They also recognized Gold
Star families in the area. The presiding Mayor, Hardie Davis Jr
spoke for a short while as well as Colonel James Turinetti, who was
the Commandant of the U. S. Army Signal School and 41st Chief of Signal. He gave a very eloquent speech. Afterwards was
the 3-Volley Salute also known as the 21 Gun Salute and Taps. Both are very hard to hear without
wiping away a tear or two. The bagpiper played, “Amazing Grace” at
the end of the ceremony. It was a beautiful ceremony.
The
unfortunate thing about this ceremony is it really wasn’t
advertised so hardly anyone was there. I hope next year, they will
do a better job of the word out.
This afternoon, we will have a barbecue and relax with friends and family as that is
what those who fought for our freedom would want. Enjoy your day off
but take time to say a prayer or have a moment of silence for those
who sacrificed all. They will not be forgotten.
Carol Ayer creation |
This
well known poem was written in 1917. It was written by John McCrae.
The poem
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.
Till next time. Bye for now.