Commemoration begins
with honor and purpose
paying respect to the ones
who died for noble causes
Only in America does it
lose its intent and purpose
to become another outing
of no work and trivial play
Sellers and advertisers
have helped television to
turn an observance of life
loss into one big holiday
"Happy" Memorial Day?
"Outdoor Opener" better
F William Broome 2008
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Reviewed by Kathryn Collins (Reader)
Reviewed on May 30, 2008
Dear Bill:
Your title drew me into stanzas of truth. I met a WWII veteran sitting and drawing the other day. He served in the Phillipines and had his medals on. After talking with him a while, and his telling us about his experiences, we left him there with sincere thank you's and tears.
Maybe it's because of the losses suffered by this community in the recet years but I must say our tributes to the fallen and also those who serve now were many.. Makes me proud to live where I do and know that these sacrifices are appreciated.
love,
M
Yes, an uncomfortable situation, I agree. But then, perhaps some might feel that Happy Easter was just as bad a notion, at least in terms of the Good(!!) Friday. Guess what can be said is that, in both instances, it's "good" for us, "bad" for those who suffer(ed) on our behalf. It would be nice if peeps at least either decorated a grave or visited a military hospital to say thank you, before making with the big bonanzas... Over here, our equivalent must be Remembrance Day, always a Sunday - hence historically a day of "rest" and reverence. Well spoken, Sir. Kate xx
Yes as Dawn states, it is also the same when we celebrate (which the word in itself betrays the fact)our Rememberence Day, most people are in their cars and off for a free weekend,not even pausing to consider that free-dom had a price.
Bill...I have to tell you...not only in America...for it is the same here in Italy for their Independance Day, their Veterans Day etc....at least here in Milan and in the Lombardia region. It is what WE make it...and I am still proud to be an American. And, I understand your sentiment behind this...well written piece.
You and I on the same page today, William - sadness! This daughter of/sister of/niece of/cousin of Veterans, and a Veteran, herself, will NEVER forget and ALWAYS remember - powerfully penned -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You're a Veteran, aren't you? If so, welcome home - (((HUGS))) and thank you - if not, thank you for posting this in tribute to sacrifices, paid -
I agree. There was nothing around Tampa to help celebrate memorial Day. The news had several observances but for people like me who wanted to go recognize this day, there was no prior notices of exactly where to go.
I haven't been at AD for a while. I have "lack of the Muse dreativity" lately. My iimagination is null and void. Shingles come and go and am a hostage to them off and on. I wonder if they sap creativity in their host.
Blessings and love,
Susan
So very sad and very true Bill. It's all about commercialism today. It is so hard to say and mean that I'm proud to be an American. Actually, I am proud to be an American. An old fashioned American who still cares. Very well done my friend. God bless you.
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Your title drew me into stanzas of truth. I met a WWII veteran sitting and drawing the other day. He served in the Phillipines and had his medals on. After talking with him a while, and his telling us about his experiences, we left him there with sincere thank you's and tears.
Beautiful piece,
love,
Kathy
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M
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You're a Veteran, aren't you? If so, welcome home - (((HUGS))) and thank you - if not, thank you for posting this in tribute to sacrifices, paid -
I haven't been at AD for a while. I have "lack of the Muse dreativity" lately. My iimagination is null and void. Shingles come and go and am a hostage to them off and on. I wonder if they sap creativity in their host.
Blessings and love,
Susan