Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service....what is important is that Memorial Day was established. Memorial Day is not about division. It is about reconciliation; it is about coming together to honor those who gave their all.
Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11, and was first observed on 30 May 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery. The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states. The South refused to acknowledge the day, honoring their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war).I post this to remind us that there are many who gave their lives to ensure that we remain a nation of Freedom loving people, and with the simple thought that they not be forgotten while people engage in festivities fo the weekend.
WWI, was a horrifc event that seered Memorial Day into the nation's collective conciousness. A few works came out of experiences of that war, "Johnny Got His Gun", "All Quiet on the Western Front", "J'Accuse" and the poem, "In Flanders Fields".
Traditional observance of Memorial day has diminished over the years. Many Americans nowadays have forgotten the meaning and traditions of Memorial Day. At many cemeteries, the graves of the fallen are increasingly ignored, neglected. Most people no longer remember the proper flag etiquette for the day. While there are towns and cities that still hold Memorial Day parades, many have not held a parade in decades. Some people think the day is for honoring any and all dead, and not just those fallen in service to our country. In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1915.
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.
(On January 28, 1918, while still commanding No 3 Canadian General Hospital (McGill) at Boulogne, McCrae died of pneumonia.)
I respectfully ask that we remember those who have died to help keep us free, and we honor them with a new commitment to bring our nation back to the Beacon of Freedom it once was.
From the bottom of this vet's heart, I thank you.
:patriot:
Some of this can be found at the following site:
http://www.usmemorialday.org/backgrnd.html#1