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May 29, 2017


Have a good one. But please remember -- and please remind your kids -- why it's called Memorial Day.


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Thank you, veterans, for your service. You are not forgotten.

As always, required reading: Just a Common Soldier by A. Lawrence Vaincourt.

And an excerpt from Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae's poem In Flanders Fields.

We have a Rolling Thunder rally point at the Harley dealership just up the street, here in Manassas, VA. Every year, the Sunday morning before Memorial Day, we hear their army fire up at 8am and the hundreds of motorcycles parade out heading to DC. It's stirring and tear inducing to watch them roar by. They never refuse a wave. Flags flying. They are all here to honor their fallen comrades. They live for so many that have died. I've been to Arlington Cemetery for the day, but the Rolling Thunder heroes have become my symbol of Memorial Day.

Salutes to all who gave their lives for our freedom, and all their families. Always remembered.

I grew up in the military. My dad was in the Air Force. Every Memorial Day veterans would gather at local spots on base and hand out silk poppies. I always loved getting one of these. I also remember a few classmates who suddenly didn't show up at school anymore because their fathers had been killed in action. God bless those that gave their lives for our country. They gave their lives, the ultimate sacrifice, so we could continue to be free. They should never be forgotten.

We are here because they were there. Thanks to all of them.

I, along with so many others, have lost family and friends to combat in past wars. I will always proudly salute the flag they gave everything to defend. May we never lose sight of the fact that freedom is never free.

*SMACKS* Le Petomane for making me cry. What you said is so true. I have some letters from a great, great, great uncle, Benjamin Wilson, who fought at Gettysburg. He was 19 years old and these letters were to his mother. He was so homesick and hated seeing all of the dead soldiers no matter what side they were on. He was killed right before his 20th birthday and is buried at Gettysburg. I have another uncle that was killed in Germany during WWII. I think about them every Memorial Day. Both of them were just kids and never had a chance to really live their lives.

nursecindy,what a touching story about your relative. Bless him, and all those who gave all for our freedom.

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