This weekend when we are BBQing with family and friends, please remember the true meaning of Memorial Day.

God Bless The Military And Their Families

THANK YOU ALL

As we stand here looking

At the flags upon these graves

Know these flags represent

A few of the true American brave

They fought for their Country

As man has through all of time

Except that these soldiers lying here

Fought for your country and mine

As we all are gathered here

To pay them our respect

Let's pass this word to others

It's what they would expect

I'm sure that they would do it

If it were me or you

To show we did not die in vein

But for the red, white and blue.

Let's pass on to our children

And to those who never knew

What these soldiers died for

It's the least we can do

Let's not forget their families

Great pain they had to bear

Losing a son, father or husband

They need to know we still care

No matter which war was fought

On the day that they died

I stand here looking at these flags

Filled with American pride.

So as the bugler plays out Taps

With its sweet and eerie sound

Pray for these soldiers lying here

In this sacred, hallowed ground.

Take home with you a sense of pride

You were here Memorial Day.

Celebrating the way Americans should

On this solemnest of days.

I miss you Dad

Very Nice......thank You For Posting This.:grouphug:

Thank you from THIS veteran!

Amen. God bless our soldiers, all of them, old and new. God bless our country, the red, white and blue!

Given the reason for the day, I thought everyone might enjoy this poem (for those who've never read it).

My Father would recite this to me (from memory) on many an occasion, but most usually on Armistice Day (the 11th hour, 11th of November - the official end of World War 1 and the European and Commonwealth version of Memorial day).

This poem was written by Lt. Col. John McCrea MD,

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.

I've been to the war graves in Europe. I will never forget.

Great post! Thanks! And for any veterans on this board, or families of soldier, thank you too!:clap2: :clap2: :clap2: