A Special Note For You on Memorial Day!


Thinking of you on Memorial Day!

Your Friend,

Yvonne

Thank you very much.  There's many people who oppose the  war in Iraq, but weekend we should show  our support for the troops.

They don't make high level decisions such as going to war.  They are just taught to follow orders.

Wishing everyone the best.

Lloyd Cope

In Remembrance of ...
the brave who gave it all!


Press Bugler for video of Taps

************** Day is done, gone the sun, From the hills, from the lake, From the skies. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Go to sleep, peaceful sleep, May the soldier or sailor, God keep. On the land or the deep, Safe in sleep. Love, good night, Must thou go, When the day, And the night Need thee so? All is well. Speedeth all To their rest. Fades the light; And afar Goeth day, And the stars Shineth bright, Fare thee well; Day has gone, Night is on. Thanks and praise, For our days, 'Neath the sun, Neath the stars, 'Neath the sky, As we go, This we know, God is nigh.

You will not be forgotten!

Greetings on this Memorial Day Weekend! My last posting on this subject, my friends! Take heart! From a fellow Veteran to all the Veterans out there>>>>Stand Proud! You have given your very best for your country and your peoples...God gave His Very Beat for the same reasons you did...LOVE!!! He is proud of you, too! Your courage, compassion, and sacrifice are to be prised and respected! I salute you!!! Simply, I love you! Miss Annie

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No, Freedom Isn't Free ©Copyright 1981 by CDR Kelly Strong, USCG (Ret). I watched the flag pass by one day. It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of taps one night, When everything was still I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free.

Remember those who died for your freedom!