I was at Arlington National Cemetery this morning, as it was Memorial Day. The vastness and solemnity of it can be overwhelming. So many…Just so many. It is impossible not to have your soul touched while there.
He was not just anybody, He was so much a somebody. A huge shining somebody. Never let these just be names on a wall. The Vietnam War Memorial.
“Lord my boy was special
And he meant so much to me”
And oh I’d love to see him
Just one more time you see
All I have are the memories
And the moments to recall
So Lord could you tell him
He’s more than a name on a wall
It has been said of the Vietnam Wall “You can touch it and in return – it will touch you.”
Especially on this day, there so many cards, pictures. letters to their sons, fathers. brothers and cousins. I have no words for these personal expressions of love and others of gratitude. They touch me deeply.
Freedom is not free. "an idiom in the United States that expresses gratitude for the service of members of the military. It implicitly states that the freedoms enjoyed by many citizens in Western democracies are only possible through the voluntary risks taken and sacrifices made by the military".
The outpouring gives me faith that what our soldiers in uniform do, is not for naught. Do not mistake this post. I can only pray for peace on earth, it is what I want forever and ever. But, my respect still goes out for the soldiers in the US military.Thank you for taking the time to peruse the post.
A token of love or respect, or both. Of love, respect, and sorrow. ❤
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
TS Elliot