As we get into Memorial weekend, I, like everyone else am pausing to take time to remember those gone before me, paid the ultimate price fighting for freedom they believed was worth the cost. I remember them, those I knew personally, who left an empty place in my own life and those who died ages before I was born, whose living and dying purchased for me a place to live and work and play without fear.
I am humbled by the sacrifice made by so many, the sacrifice we take for granted every day. I honor the fallen soldiers now with my prayers for their families who miss them, their foes who dismiss them, the ones who forget them and go on like they didn't matter. I pray for this nation that we never forget.
I want to share the words of a short poem from a Moina Michael in 1915...
We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
The blood of heroes never die. We remember you today, may we honor you with our lives and never take our freedom or our nation for granted.
God bless America.
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