In Flanders Fields…

My son asked me on Saturday as we were going into the store why an old guy was selling flowers.  It gave me an opportunity to tell him about the “true meaning” of Memorial Day and explain to him that some of our bravest hero’s don’t get to come home.

So today I will be spending sometime thinking about the people who gave everything.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.

                        – John McCrae, May 1915


We complain we have lost the true meaning of Christmas or Easter but I think the commercialization of those Holidays pale in comparison to the Holiday we will celebrate Monday.

What is this Monday?

A great day to get a deal on a new TV?

The perfect time to buy a new Car?

The unofficial start of summer?

The day to fire up the grill and have family over?

Actually Monday is the most important holiday in America.  Seriously.  It is a day set aside to honor our fallen military members that give us the freedom we enjoy today. Very few of us do it.  We don’t like to think about the true cost of our freedom. 

The true cost of freedom is 1,343,812 American lives lost in combat since 1775.That’s the number I am going to focus on this weekend 1,343,812. Not 15% off. Not 5 hot dogs. Not shooting under 100 on the golf course. Not a 3 day weekend. 1,343,812.

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