Showing posts with label Memorial Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memorial Day. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2011

Memorial Day

Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service.

A number of years ago we visited Arlington National Cemetery. If you haven't been there you should go. There are few things as moving as standing atop the hill next to Arlington House and seeing miles and miles of grave markers stretched across the countryside. I have also stood at the Vietnam War Memorial and been moved to tears by the huge number of names carved on "the wall." The knowledge of how many service men and women have given their lives for our country really hits home at both places.
"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived!" – George S. Patton
My Dad, James O. Skelton

My dad served in the Army during World War II. He rarely talked about what it was like, but he would proudly say "I served in Patton's outfit."

Dad was a tank commander and when the tank he was in rolled over a land mine, he was blown out of the top. He had a severe head injury and lost most of his hearing as a result. He received a purple heart and was decorated for meritorious service.

My mother was actually notified that he had been killed in action. I can't even imagine how horrible that must have been for her. It was two weeks before she was notified that he was alive and in a hospital in England. It was not something that either of them liked to talk about.

When my family had its first family reunion last spring, I learned that military service is a long-standing tradition among the men of the Skelton family. My cousin Rodney is in the process of writing a book about them. I can't wait to read it.

However you celebrate today, take a moment to remember those who served and didn't come home. Remember all those who made the ultimate sacrifice. And remember the sacrifices of their parents, wives, and children.

And, thank you to all those who still serve or who have served with honor in our military. I am so grateful for your sacrifices.

Monday, May 31, 2010

The Torch Be Yours To Hold It High

Just a gentle reminder from Grams ... before you fire up the barbecue pit or head out to the beach or the lake today, take a moment to remember that freedom is is not free. Thanks to all those who gave so we could be free. To those who gave some and to those who gave all ... a heartfelt thank you. Grams will never forget!

As a child, I remember that we wore little paper poppies on our lapels on Memorial Day and this is why.  After World War I the poppies grew in profusion over the battlefields and cemeteries in Flanders, thus the poppies became a symbol of remembrance.   

Below is one of those poems that Grams had to memorize as an elementary school student in the 1960's.  I don't think they make kids memorize and recite any more and it's kind of a shame.  I can't recite it all any more, but it's message is so powerful that it has stayed with me all these years.  


In Flanders Fields by John McCrae

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.