Monday, May 26, 2014

Memorial Day

We stood there silently as the commands rang out and when the guns went off, I could feel the aching down deep in my soul.

One. Two. Three.

Off in the distance the long, sad sound of bagpipes began to play and the floodgates tore open, unable to contain the pain anymore. Tears traveled down my cheeks as I reflected on the sacrifice made by so many buried in this cemetery and cemeteries all around this great country we call ours.

I brushed them away as the song came to an end and we all bowed our heads to thank God for these men and women who were never able to return home from war.

All day the pain has remained: the deep hurt of knowing that someone died for me and my own. Someone died to keep me safe. Someone died to keep me free.

I hope that God allows them to look down from heaven and see the tears and the celebrations and the time we take to honor their lives. But mostly I hope that we never forget the sacrifice they made so that it can never be said that these heroes died in vain.

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3 comments:

  1. Amen, amen, amen. We took our children to a local Army cemetery this afternoon to pay our respects. Thank God for all of those brave men and women. I am thankful that my Dad (career Army) was always blessed to return home to us and I will never forget so many that were called home before their time. Freedom is not free and I hope our country and her people never forget that!

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