I think we need to go back to the day when I was in school. If I wouldn't have stood for the pledge my teacher would have wacked me back of the head and my Father would have backed her up by waking me up the backside.
My 13yr old daughter wrote a essay on Memorial Day. Little did she know it was a contest, She was picked to read it after the parade..
Memorial day is both a blessing and a curse. A beautiful day, during which we remember beautiful people. It is also a haunting day, when the undeniable grief we feel for the soldiers we've lost comes back to us. We're haunted by the empty seat at the table, shaken by the side of the bed that remains untouched, un-slept in. However, in the back of our minds where our memories of them stay remains the reason why they left. It brings a smile to our face and tears to our eyes knowing everything they did, was for us. As they fell, when they took their last breath and their heart beat one last time, every bit of it was for us and our freedom. It makes me feel guilty, almost, knowing that they were robbeed of something so large because of us. But that's why it's important for us to remember them, because they couldn't have gone in vain. For us to forget them would be nore than disrespectful. They deserve so much more recognition than that, than what we give them. Even if they're not here with us, even if we can't look them in the eye and give them praise, they're still with us, and they hear it. They're in our hearts and minds. In heaven, smiling down at us and crying with us. They will never truly leave us. They will never be forgotten.