Memorial Day

This is Memorial Day, a well-kept green field filled with simple white stones, Name, Rank, Branch of Service, Birth and Death Dates, a small U.S. flag waving in a gentle breeze at each headstone. The men and women lying in the cemeteries will not go shopping today, nor will they go on a picnic or a family outing or a barbecue. Their futures were sacrificed in lands far from home to help guarantee a safe and secure future here at home. There are also many thousands that were lost at sea and they have no headstone only the cold depths of the oceans of the world as a grave, many thousands died on remote islands and were never buried they simply disappeared into the ground, some lie there to this day. The days between the birth and death dates are the memories of family and friends. The date of their death are the memories of friends who survived and they remember the last words said, or they died alone with their last words lost in time, or the end was so violent that there were no last words.

As you go shopping today and if you pass a cemetery with small American flags waving gently in the breeze just say thank you, better yet stop and get out of your car and go visit for minute. Read the name on the headstone, talk to the person, call them by name, ask him or her what she wanted to be, try to imagine how hellish that last day of life on earth was.

If you go to the beach today, stop for a moment look out to sea and give thanks. As you swim in the warm waters you will notice the coolness as you go deeper into the water, imagine how cold it is at the very bottom.

Ask yourself if you have done your very best to keep and care for what those brave men and women who sacrificed their futures and lives gave you, while asking nothing in return.

When judgement day comes, and it surely will, the earth and the seas will give up the dead step aside, let them pass and offer the a salute.

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If an eagle understands the difference why can't politicians?

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7 thoughts on “Memorial Day

    • Thanks for the RB, a little early but thanks for your service. Sad that people do not respect much less understand today for what it stands for, much the same as people do not understand the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
      Gracin

      • You’re welcome, and you too Will, thanks for your service. Around here, people think Memorial Day means, the beginning of Summer. I remember tasting my sweat as the rains poured, and after a while, my muscles were sore from it. It was worse if I wore the poncho. The smell of vegetation, and wondering where Charlie was crawling around. Today, all people know, is, the beginning of Summer. I want my youth back.

      • I had always thought the poncho was a sauna for one. Speaking of getting youth back put my M1 in new wood, looks young and strong again. Kept the old wood. It is wrapped, padded and protected that is where the memories are, did not want to risk any further damage.

      • Very nice. The bedding was issue on the Garands and attention must be paid at the very back of the receiver, as disassembly over time, wears down that point. It’s a little tricky, but mask off and once the bedding (either Brownell’s or J-B Weld) is applied, I use a 1/4″ clothesline rope and tie it about three turns around the pistol grip and tie-off with a Prusik knot, invert the rifle with muzzle pointed to earth, and suspend it from a garage rafter, or I guess a bedroom door would work. On the muzzle end, I wrap line around the barrel and recoil tube, and used a 2 lb. dumbbell weight to pull the muzzle down. I let this stay undisturbed for 72 hours, because on a couple of rifles, the time period below that, caused a separation, despite wire brushing and wiping down the area in prep work, so 72 hours for me, is perfect.
        I have been looking to redo so much of what I have but find myself paying medical bills for the wife, instead. Someday, I will get around to doing so much. Odds are, I will run out of days, first.
        My favorite finish is the old time but not as durable way, of using Pine Tar to color, then once about several coats are applied and wiped, I like to pour just a few drops of Coal Tar Oil (Mineral Oil) and spread it by rubbing a chunk of pure yellow beeswax into it. You can feel when you need more oil or if it is too heavy in oil. About three coats and getting a bit heavier in beeswax, then the fun begins. I use a cotton cloth to burnish the wax and all of the waste gets picked up. Right about when you think it’s done, that, is the time that you start, burnishing with motivation. Garand stock will take a few days that way. I believe it is nothing near close to durable of poly finishes but it was the actual way it was done, and taught to me by my father-in-law.

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