A national moment of remembrance takes place at 3 p.m. local time on Memorial Day. Another tradition is to fly the flag of the United States at half-staff from dawn until noon local time. Volunteers often place American flags on each grave site at National Cemeteries.
The rules for flying the flag of the United States of America are listed on this website:Flag Code. If you don't know or aren't sure please check the Betsy Ross website. The code and rules for flying our flag and every contingency that might ever arise is covered there. After September 11, 2001 we put up our flag...and it just didn't look quite right. That is when I found the Betsy Ross website. It is a mission of mine to help others not make mistakes with the symbol of our country.
Members of the Veterans of Foreign Wars take donations for poppies in the days leading up to Memorial Day; the poppy's significance to Memorial Day is the result of the John McCrae poem "In Flanders Fields." gatherings, and sporting events.
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The poem In Flanders Field was written by John McCrae, a Canadian doctor, soldier and poet.
In Flanders Fields
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.
~John McCrae, 1915
During World War I, John McCrae was tending the wounded and dying in the trenches at the Second Battle of Ypres in the Flanders area of Belgium as the Canadians held their ground against chlorine gas attacks. When a close friend was killed and buried in a quick grave marked with a plain wooden cross, John McCrae wrote In Flanders Fields.
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God Bless Our Soldiers in harm's way today and forever.
I always get a lump in my throat when I hear or read In Glanders Field. They will not be forgotten.
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Amen. I always feel a terrible sadness for the young lives lost but also for their families that must live on with that aching hole in their souls.
ReplyDeleteI used to be a soldier and I used to be stationed on the other side of the world. I got my first shot of real whiskey over there and I got my first look at crabs while over there and I did lots of stupid stuff, but you know what? When I stood, at attention, on lots of hot Memorial Days, and remembered the day when I was a kid, chasing brass shell casings, and got tears in my eyes. Not for the memories but knowing I might be one of them at any minute. I still get hair to stand up at attention every time a flag passes me by and I still get tears in my eyes looking down rows of little flags in cemeteries. My nephew, killed in Vietnam, with his faithful guard dog, beside him, is a heart breaker for me.
ReplyDeleteAbe Lincoln
Beautiful post. The mention of women -- great. esspecially the MIA one.
ReplyDeleteI remember on of the first causalities of the IRAQ war was a woman, too.
Yes, my dear. Lovely post indeed. A Blessed Memorial Day to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteOff to Germany on Wednesday with Anneliese.
Puppies!
A great post and that poem is one of my favorites. I hope you are feeling better. You have really had a time of it lately. Take care of yourself. It was great to hear from you. Love and hugs.
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ReplyDeleteA great post. Very moving.
Best wishes,
Skeeter
What a lovey post! Thank you for the reminder to honor the women who have served. I also love your mother's day post. Very sweet.
ReplyDeleteI'm worried about you, lady. You've been awfully quiet for too long
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