It’s About Remembering

A year later. 75 years later. 237 years later. Lexington to Gettysburg.

San Juan Hill to Iwo Jima to Chosin.

Hue City to Kuwait to Fallujah to an American Airman murdered by an Islamic Terrorist in an airport:

The Procession to Honor Airman Zachary Ryan Cuddeback

Murdered in Germany, but much loved by his hometown.

Crusader was there in the gloaming Friday ~ with SO MANY others ~ to raise a flag, a prayer and a thank you.

…to a number one country song, written by someone who overheard a heartwrenching radio interview with the dad of a Medal of Honor winner…who never came home.

To those grandpas, Pops, Moms, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, sweetest daughters and dearest baby boys who never came home:

We remember you. All.

8 Responses to “It’s About Remembering”

  1. Mr. Bingley says:

    Amen and thank you.

  2. JeffS says:

    Thank you.

  3. BlackDog says:

    Thank you and God bless them all.

  4. Kathy Kinsley says:

    In Flanders Field – Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

    “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.”

    And the American Answer:
    We Shall Keep the Faith
    Moina Michael

    “Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ Fields
    Sleep sweet – to rise anew;
    We caught the torch you threw,
    And holding high we kept
    The faith with those who died.

    We cherish, too, the Poppy red
    That grows on fields where valor led.
    It seems to signal to the skies
    That blood of heroes never dies.
    But lends a lustre to the red
    On the flower that blooms above the dead
    In Flanders’ fields.

    And now the torch and Poppy red
    We wear in honour of our dead.
    Fear not that ye have died for naught:
    We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught
    In Flanders’ fields.”

  5. Kathy Kinsley says:

    Oh – and that song is beautiful.

  6. Kathy Kinsley says:

    @ Crusader – thanks. I couldn’t be there. Glad you could.

  7. Kathy Kinsley says:

    P.S. Re: Flanders Fields – I’m taking advantage of you a bit – I used to post that on my own blog, when I was blogging. Hope you don’t mind me posting it on yours.

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