MEMORIAL DAY 2010--LEST WE FORGET
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 this Memorial Day, I'd like to point out, and thank, a group of people for the work they do in honoring our nation's deceased military members.
In 2006 I wrote about Nichelle Cushing. One day while watching a military funeral on television, Nichelle saw something that bothered her, so she took it upon herself to help correct the problem. Nichelle was just 11-years-old. Here's her story:
On the day they buried Beecher Pierce, Nichelle Cushing stood at parade rest in a cold, pounding rain, some hundred yards from the coffin. High-top, lace-up boots slightly apart. A black beret cocked with formal precision on her hair. A small American flag pinned near the neck of her long black dress. One hand behind her back, the other gripping a 105-year-old bugle.
As Pierce's Masonic brothers concluded the rites, a gun squad of airmen in dress blue uniforms raised their rifles. Three volleys echoed across Fort Richardson National Cemetery.
Nichelle brought her boots together, shut her eyes, drew her full 5 feet and 1 inch to attention, raised the bugle to her lips and sounded the nation's final tribute to a fallen hero -- taps. --continue reading.
Labels: Bugles Across America, Decoration Day, Herbert C. Crosby, Marc Alan Lee, Memorial Day, Nichelle Cushing
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