Beneath fields festooned in red poppies and flags, our valiant guardians now lie here in state. Uniform headstones stand fit for review, in beauty the honor of nature’s salute. With reverent calm bugle nocturne now plays, sad twenty four notes this Memorial Day. I live in the irony that gratefulness warms, for the grace I’ve been given, midst the sorrow of war
Dear Lord,
Help me understand what this means… I didn’t know them and they didn’t know me…but we’re tethered somehow…in the memory of their great sacrifice… and that is is so much more than just another vacation day please help me try to comprehend
all they faced in battle
and in the fallout of the afterwards
Amen
The Human Wave 