Showing posts with label In Flanders Field. Show all posts
Showing posts with label In Flanders Field. Show all posts

Saturday, May 24, 2014

On Flanders Field The Poppies Blow,Between the white crosses row on Row....How Soon We Forget Our Promises to the Valiant Fallen

Road to hell
Road to hell (Photo credit: 96dpi)
English: Belgian military cemetery (First Worl...
English: Belgian military cemetery (First World War) at Houthulst, West Flanders, Belgium Nederlands: Belgische militaire begraafplaats (Eerste Wereldoorlog) in Houthulst, West-Vlaanderen, België Français : Cimetière militaire belge (Première Guerre mondiale) à Houthulst, Flandre Occidentale, Belgique (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I opened my E-Mail a couple weeks ago to find a letter written by a female soldier who was concerned with a most disturbing thing.We are about to celebrate a most important holiday.
We goto cemeteries and place an American Flag on the grave of a soldier who had their life ended by violent means far from home.They may have been buried way before our births.

The Flag signifies the fact that we have never forgotten the maximum sacrifice they gave for our country.That soldier may have been some one who enlisted because of patriotism.The reasons may have been to better support the family left behind in the face of hardships .The reason may have been because their country called on them,giving them no other choice in life.

Those days I remember all to well.My number also came up on my graduation day as my dad handed me the letter that read "You are to Report...."

The reason may have been to serve the cause of what the political machine told you was fact,which you later learned the disillusionment of cold hard,hellish fact that no mind and soul should ever be slammed through.The meat grinder of carnage called warfare.With smells of a slaughterhouse.Suffering that would make the demons in Hell joyously celebrate the suffering.

 WE THE PEOPLE are left only to honor for a single moment in time those who have no more time.Those who have given their all for WE who they will never have the opportunity to even know.Many have left children behind to only look  at the old photographs of Mom or Dad in the living years.

In my case it would be my uncle Lee Stahl whom I was told was Killed in Italy during the Second World War.Artillery unit shelling the Nazi Military positions.Our big guns not reaching quite as far as the mega artillery of the enemies....Cost him his future.I wonder what he was like in civilian life.He too left a wife and children behind...I honor him.
It is the moral and proper thing to do because life is so very sacred.

The letter the above soldier stated that when the First and Second World War ended those countries we help to fight tyranny with were sworn to care for the graves of those fallen soldiers.She went on to state that many Military Cemeteries are being neglected these years as the newly born residents are replacing the old folks who were there in the hell torn areas where the soldiers gave their lives.Lives for those unknowns in need.Folks who were at the mercy of monsters.

WE THE PEOPLE need to find ways to make those responsible continue to honor our fallen
heroes as they promised.It is they decent thing to do.It is the right thing to do.The aging people who made those promises,those still living are now in the elder years of their lives.
The spirits may be willing,with the bodies failing to provide the abilities  a moment to see to those honors.

The Children of those people have lived a much better life than it would have been without the soldiers now resting beneath those poppies on Flanders field.Other now peaceful and quiet pastures.meadows where hell once reined upon the earth
are also the place of the fallen soldier.Those children will never be able to imagine what domination of their every living moment would have been in that other ideology of the world

I hope that if you have no one to honor this year,then you will visit this years parade to honor those marching.It may seem a little dramatic and hammy,but the ladies and gents in uniform that march will see that you really givadamn.The Vietnam vets in particular will finally know we love them and are grateful for them getting back home.

I would hope those young folks will take a moment to visit the graves of those fallen to place even a single flower upon the grave of a soldier who gave their futures for a noble cause.That cause by whatever name you wish to place on it is still after all these decades and centuries  called by the same name it has always been called.That name is the most sacred of all words to those who are about to or have lost it.It is the word FREEDOM.

LT.COL.Ollie North sent me an E-Mail asking for donations to help support the National Memorial Day Parade which will be down Washington's DC s Main thorough fare.It will include many different wars and represent the full multitude of uniforms that have fought for our free world.Regardless of your current thoughts of what freedom is...We still are free to find our way to a better life till WE THE PEOPLE decide it isn't worth the trouble and forfeit the rest of  rights and freedoms...

The Parades are to inspire those who have spirits that are thinking about quitting.Those who have lost the heart to fight for something the fallen did not give up on.The dream of a free and better world safe from all manners of tyranny and terrorism.Free from those who would enslave the world for the illusion of power and wealth...

They did not surrender what they believed in even onto their last heartbeat and final breathe.
We are a long way from those moments,yet we would concede defeat.

Take off your hats or place your hand to your heart when the Men and women warriors pass.
They have seen hell and march as surviving proof that we still have the hope of a better world to live in.

To those who served and those who did not return,I solute you Ladies and Gentlemen of Uniform.May you never forget the true meaning of Freedom when it is your turn to see the truth in the events of our world.

RJP





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