Friday, May 26, 2017

Memorial Day Thoughts

Many times I have stood at Ft Logan National Cemetery on Memorial Day in the warm spring sunshine amongst 10's of thousands of white washed tablets, each marked with a name and a flag, a very emotional experience to say the least. Each time I survey the acres of stones so evenly placed, standing in formation as did each of the veterans whose resting place they mark, I marvel at the courage and honor and bravery and sacrifice they made. Certainly not all died in battle, but they pledged that same oath that I and millions of others have pledged - "I do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God." And beyond that was the unspoken pledge to those they served alongside of. 
               Many stood in harm’s way and performed acts of heroism that are not recorded anywhere nor rewarded with ribbons or medals, instead most have simply been kept close to the hearts and minds of others involved. Most were satisfied with the reward of a pat on the back or helmet and a sincere "thank you" from their buddies. How many stepped up when others hesitated, how many endured the bitter cold or oppressive heat, the lack of rations or ammunition, how many took their aircraft or artillery or armored vehicles or ships to their limits and beyond - all in the name of freedom and liberty and honor and friendship and love? How many? Thousands of stories lay buried there and I know of all too few. 
               Holiday is a poor choice to describe the day - holiday brings thoughts of fun and excitement and joy to my mind - the day is not that kind of celebration, and anyone who would suggest having a “Happy” Memorial Day has absolutely no idea what the day is about! In addition I will accept the misguided thank you’s that come my way… it is NOT my day. It belongs to those who have given up their lives while serving during the numerous conflicts and wars involving the United States of America.
In the next few days I will add a few pictures and quotes to my Face book page and Tumblr blog in an effort to raise the awareness of as many friends and followers as possible. Some already share in my feelings - most are my fellow vets, my buddies, my brothers and sisters. They know. I only hope that by sharing what I have that a few others will gain some small amount of caring, of recognition, of respect for Memorial Day.                
To this day and hopefully forever - whenever the Star Bangled Banner is played I will be able to stand straight and true and salute my country and those that have kept it free. That tears will well up in my eyes at the sound of Taps, the pipes playing Amazing Grace or the images of another brother or sister being laid to rest.


               "In the heat of battle it ceases to be an idea for which we fight... or a flag. Rather... we fight for the man on our left and we fight for the man on our right... and when armies have scattered and when the empires fall away... all that remains is the memory of those precious moments... we spent side by side." Paul Bennett

               "Leave no man be behind - Neither in the heaviest of firefights nor the wasteland of their own mind, fighting demons that lurk in dark corners and follow, relentless, biting at heels and unguarded flanks, fraying the edges of sanity to ribbons with needle sharp teeth and vicious whispers. A feast for doubt and despair that weakens even the strongest, for one cannot stand vigilant forever when war is left behind, but the battlefield remains in the heart and mind, forever indelible."   Rhi Etzweiler

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Memorial Day

What do you have planned for the Memorial Day weekend? It will be nice to have the time away from work… to fire up the BBQ, or break out the camping gear and spend a few relaxing hours among the purple mountains’ majesty, to catch up on the yard work, a day of rock music or simply enjoy the day off.
How many of you have plans to observe Monday as it was intended – to actively remember our ancestors, our family members, our loved ones, our neighbors, and our friends who have given the ultimate sacrifice in service to our country?
How many of you will fly our country’s flag at half staff from dawn until noon or even display it?
How many will stop their activities at 3 PM for our “National Moment of Remembrance” and take a few minutes to reflect on the true meaning of the day?
How many will join with their family to place flowers or flags at the graves of our fallen heroes?
How many will visit local memorials built in honor of those who have paid the ultimate price as service men and women?
How many will call family members of those who have fallen and express their feelings?
How many will wear the traditional artificial red poppy – “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.”?
How many will stand amongst hundreds of rows of white tablets or crosses?
Ft Logan National Cemetery, Denver Colorado 
How many have taught their children the true meaning of the holiday?

I challenge you to take a few minutes, a few hours away from the shopping mall, away from the yard work, away from that Monday afternoon nap and honor all of those who deserve and earned our undivided attention for their sacrifice. The original decree from 1868 read in part; “Let us… gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of spring-time; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon a nation’s gratitude, the soldier’s and sailor’s widow and orphan.” Find that one family member’s or friend’s or classmate’s resting place and share a few minutes with them. It is a small sacrifice that you would make in honor of those who scarified it all for God and country.
I’m sure there are those who disagree with me… it is their right, they’re free to have their own opinion, free because…
Some of us know what it takes; some of us have been there and returned… please help turn the day back into the day it was intended to be… “Let no… neglect, no ravages of time testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic.”
tg

Monday, February 13, 2017

Daylight is Waning

The daylight is waning; the perception of warmth is dying with it
Stalactites seem to hang precariously from the edge of the roof
Their incessant dripping halted for the next few hours of darkness
While the craters in the snow beneath them form crystallized cups
Eager to hold the next day’s catch, liquefied by the sun’s radiance
Snow still covers the ground, now in a dusky yellow-grey color
Mimicking the diluted palate that veils the western edge of the sky
The dark scraggy branches of the trees dissolve into the murkiness above
Soon points of light begin to appear scattered loosely across the heavens
Then filling the void between them countless smaller specks come alive
The night sky glimmers and glitters like snowflakes in the moonlight 
Turning from the front window the flickering candle flames replace the stars
Filling the room with fragrances of pine and cinnamon while whips of smoke dance into the air
Warming the darkening room for a short time…