Memorial Day will be here tomorrow and for many people it means BBQ, swimming, baseball, and a day with family.  Hopefully, there will be some thought given to the real reason so many of us are enjoying a day off with our family and friends.  Memorial Day is a time dedicated to remembering and appreciating the men and women who lost their lives in our nation’s service.  It is because of their sacrifices that you and I enjoy all the freedoms we have.

I have had many family members through the generations who served in the military, but to my knowledge, none have lost their life in doing so.   I also know that many of their comrades did.  It makes me pause to think about what I can do to honor the family members of others who had to experience that loss.  So, here is my challenge to me and to you…

Go to a local cemetery today or tomorrow and honor a fallen service member.

For me, this will mean going to Jefferson Barracks in St. Louis and walking the grounds.  I plan to take my children and talk to them about what freedom means and why we are honoring those who gave their life in its defense.  I will speak the names of soldiers who have served all the way back to the Civil War.  Many of these brave people have not had their names spoken aloud in more than a hundred years.  I will do so to honor them.  Some people will bring flags.  Others will bring flowers.

Our world is a busy place.  We’re always connected and more and more people spend time with their eyes glued to their phones.  Take this opportunity to disconnect and focus on how precious our life and our freedom is.

I would love to hear about ways you honored our fallen soldiers. And, if you have a family member or friend who died in service to our country, I’d love to know about them too.  E-mail stories and pictures to me at TrishaM89@gmail.com and I’ll share them in a future post.

As we head into the Memorial Day weekend, people are rushing out of town.  They are hitting the local grocery stores to stock up on food and party items.  And, we are all looking forward to an extra day off.  But if that is all we do, we are missing the true meaning of Memorial Day. 

Memorial Day is a day we should pause to truly remember and appreciate the sacrifices that many men and women have made for our freedom.  Almost every family has a relative who has served in war, and many have lost loved ones.  Let’s all take a moment to read a poem written by Theodore O’Hara.  He truly honors our fallen brothers and sisters.  God bless our soldiers and God bless America.

“BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD”

The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat
The soldier’s last tattoo;
No more on life’s parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame’s eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.

No rumor of the foe’s advance
Now swells upon the wind;
Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow’s strife
The warrior’s dream alarms;
No braying horn nor screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.

Their shriveled swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed,
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed
Are free from anguish now.

The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle’s stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout, are past;
Nor war’s wild note nor glory’s peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that nevermore may feel
The rapture of the fight.

Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps the great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe,
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o’er the field beneath,
Knew well the watchword of that day
Was “Victory or death!”

Long had the doubtful conflict raged
O’er all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the gory tide;
Not long, our stout old chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.

Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyr’s grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nation’s flag to save.
By rivers of their father’s gore
His first-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.

For many a mother’s breath has swept
O’er Angostura’s plain –
And long the pitying sky has wept
Above its moldered slain.
The raven’s scream, or eagle’s flight,
Or shepherd’s pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned o’er that dread fray.

Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air.
Your own proud land’s heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil –
The ashes of her brave.

Thus ‘neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother’s breast
On many a bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes sepulcher.

Rest on embalmed and sainted dead!
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footstep shall here tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her records keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.

Yon marble minstrel’s voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanquished ago has flown,
The story how ye fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter’s blight,
Nor Time’s remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory’s light
That gilds your deathless tomb.

For more information on Memorial Day, please visit http://www1.va.gov/opa/speceven/memday/index.asp.