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
Help me understand what this means… I didn’t know them and they didn’t know me…but we’re tethered somehow…and their sacrifice is so much more than just another vacation day.