#MEMORIALDAY

THOUGHTS ON MMORIAL DAY

 

 

 

When I was a boy I don’t think I understood the meaning of Memorial Day.

I knew people got together to commemorate...to remember...and to pray.

 

But I thought of it as an old people’s holiday...I was just happy to be out of school.

Now I look back at that naive little boy and consider him a fool.

 

In high school and college, since I never had to fight, and it was a different time,

I hated everything about war...it’s reason and it’s rhyme.

 

I did not heed the lessons of war and the men and women who taught it.

I did not understand one could hate war...but have respect for those who fought it.

 

But now that time has slowly left it’s signature on me

I’ve come to realize my folly and see Memorial Day differently.

 

I know that when it comes to war…a strange randomness we must apply

I know some people are going to survive…and some are going to die

 

I know that those who die in war might be black or white or gay, 

I know they may be men or women...but they all die anyway.

 

I know that on Memorial Day we are able to put our differences aside

as we come together to commemorate every soldier who has died.

 

So on this and every Memorial Day…I’ll continue to wish all wars would cease

and continue thank all those who died in war...so that I may live in peace.

 

And while I’m on the subject…I’ll continue to hope and pray

we’ll find a way to put our differences aside…

not just today…

but every day.

 

 

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SALUTE TO Memorial Day

I have never been in a war…PEACE…I’ve lived it…breathed it…taught it…

but as much as I have hated war…I respect all those who fought it.

 

I’ve lived long enough to know …we all see the world through different eyes…

I know I don’t have all the answers…no one is that wise.

 

I know most people in the world hate the thought of war as much as me

and I understand sometimes we must fight to keep our country free.

 

I know the men and women who die in war are black, white, gay or straight

I know that war…and bullets…and bombs do not discriminate.

 

I also know on Memorial Day we put our differences aside

and we come together to commemorate every soldier who has died.

 

How we commemorate is different for everyone…as everyone adapts…

We visit graves, we pause a moment…a lone bugler plays Taps.

 

I cannot play the bugle…so when it comes to playing Taps

I found a different way to commemorate…as I say…everyone adapts.

 

And though I’ve never fought or died in war…yesterday (with very little pizzaz)

I played Taps on my harmonica…for everyone who has…

 

I played to commemorate those who have died in wars…

while still praying wars will cease…

to commemorate those who gave their lives in wars 

so I can play my harmonica in peace.



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WE REMEMBER THE HEROES

So many soldiers have died in wars so our flag can continue to fly

Died defending our freedom…on the land, on the seas…in the sky

 

Some of them died with their colleagues…

some of them perished alone…

but all who died defending our freedom

share an honor all their own.

 

Those who remember them tell stories of their spirit…

their strength 

and their sacrifice.

stories passed down through generations…

as they dwell in paradise.

 

Stories of war and freedom.

Stories of a world torn apart.

And their memories fall like raindrops to soothe our aching hearts.

 

Today we salute our fallen heroes…

We remember how they were bold and innocent and brave

as we lay bouquets of flowers

by the headstones on their graves.

 

And we shall go on remembering those who fought…

those who we’ve loved and lost…

for we must never forget what they died for…

we must never forget the cost.

 

Remembering them today is a way to honor them

a small way to repay our debt

to let them know what their sacrifice meant to us

 

to let them know…we shall never forget.


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THE PRICE OF FREEDOM

Their parents drove them to the cemetery

because they wanted their family to see…

to understand the price…the cost

for them to all live free. 

 

As the rain fell softly their parents explained

how it wasn’t really rain…

but the tears of all who loved them

falling back to earth again.


WHY WE REMEMBER

So many people have died in wars so our flag can remain unfurled.

Died defending our freedom in different locations around the world.

 

Some of them died with others…

some of them perished alone…

but all who died defending our freedom

have an honor all their own.

 

Those who remember tell stories of their spirit…

their strength 

and their sacrifice.

Stories passed down through generations…

as they dwell in paradise.

 

Stories of war and freedom.

Stories of a world torn apart.

And their memories fall like raindrops to soothe our aching hearts.

 

Yes, we remember our fallen heroes…

how they were bold and innocent and brave

as we lay bouquets of flowers

by the headstones on their graves.

 

And we shall go on remembering those who fought…

those who we’ve loved and lost…

for we must never forget what they died for…

we must never forget the cost.

 

Perhaps remembering is how he honor them…

We take their memories and diffuse them…

Perhaps it’s the only way we can truly ensure

 

we never completely lose them.


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