The history of Memorial Day

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MEMORIAL DAY:

A day of remembrance and honor for those who
have died in our Nation’s service.

Memorial Day was originally known as Decoration Day—a day when the graves of Civil War
soldiers were cleaned and decorated. General John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the
Republic first observed the holiday in 1868 when he declared, “the 30th of May, 1868, is
designated for the purpose of… decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of
their country.”

The 1868 celebration was inspired by previous observances of the day in towns across
America. Several Northern and Southern cities claim to be the birthplace of Memorial Day.
In 1966 the federal government declared Waterloo, New York, the official birthplace of
Memorial Day.

By the late 1800s, many American communities had begun to celebrate Memorial Day, and
after World War I, observances began to honor those who had died in all of America’s wars.
After World War I, the red poppy became synonymous with Memorial Day. All over the world,
people wear poppies or place them on graves to honor soldiers who died serving their nation
during war.

In 1971, Memorial Day was declared a national holiday to be celebrated the last Monday of
every May.

Most Americans are familiar with the major wars—Revolutionary War, War of 1812, Mexican
War, Civil War, Spanish-American War, WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, the Persian Gulf War,
and the Wars in Iraq and Afghanistan—but few think of those killed in "minor" conflicts.
Examples of the lesser-known actions range from the Franco-American Naval War
(1798-1800) to the tragedy of the USS Cole. No American death is too insignificant to
remember when that life was lost in the service of one’s country.

In December 2000, the “National Moment of Remembrance” resolution was passed in
Congress. The resolution asks that at 3:00 p.m. local time, each Memorial Day, all
Americans “voluntarily and informally observe in their own way a moment of remembrance
and respect, pausing from whatever they are doing for a moment of silence or listening to
Taps.”

We can also commemorate Memorial Day by visiting cemeteries and placing flags or flowers
on the graves of fallen heroes, by visiting war memorials, by flying the United States flag at
half-staff, or by simply educating ourselves about the great sacrifices that so many soldiers
made for their country and for the safety of the world.

I'm posting this in memory of my valiant high school classmate and good friend, Ed Cribb,
who died in the service of his country in Vietnam in 1963. God bless him and all who gave,
as Lincoln put it, the "last full measure of devotion."

John
 
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This morning I got up at 4 AM to go on a detail at the Jopia Shriner s building in Biloxi MS for a 10-57 (Escort). The detail was to escort three buses with WW II Veterans to the airport. They were to fly to Washington DC and visit the WW II Memorial and return home tonight. When I arrived at the Shriner s hall there were over 30 motors and at least that many units from the surrounding towns and county's plus some HP units.

We started out at 5:30 for the airport and as we were traveling on I 10 I looked back and as far as I could see were Blue Lights. What a grand procession we had for these old Vets.

Arriving at the airport the officers had their choice to keep going or park and come into the airport. I chose to come into the airport with some other officers and as the Vets go off of the bus and entered the building they would come up to us shake our hands and say how much they appreciated us escorting them there.

What a bunch of great old men who fought for our country and still alive after all of these years. Many walked with canes and some were in wheelchairs being pushed by aids who were to travel with them to the Memorial. People were there to help the Vets check in and get through security, it went just like clock work never saw a problem.

Four EMT"S went with the Vets and I am sure many more volunteers went along.

Tonight when the Vets return home There will be some bands to greet them from the Sea Bee Base in Gulfport.

Seeing these great old guys with smiling faces will put a lump in your throat and tear in your eye.

God bless them and God Bless America.
 
Always Mindful... Always Greatful...

Sharon, VT.

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Much Appreciation to those who served....

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I've made the trip to Arlington every year (except for those when I was deployed) and have stood among the honored dead. I stand a silent vigil and promise at the end if the day that some day I might join my brothers and sisters who sacrificed everything so we would remain free! Dale
 
"After World War I, the red poppy became synonymous with Memorial Day. All over the world, people wear poppies or place them on graves to honor soldiers who died serving their nation during war."

In Flanders Field, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

In Flanders Fields

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.

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918), Canadian Army
 
The poem "In Flanders Fields" has an interesting history.

John

McCrae's "In Flanders Fields" remains to this day one of the most memorable war poems ever written. It is a lasting legacy of the terrible battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915. Here is the story of the making of that poem:

Although he had been a doctor for years and had served in the South African War, it was impossible to get used to the suffering, the screams, and the blood here, and Major John McCrae had seen and heard enough in his dressing station to last him a lifetime.

As a surgeon attached to the 1st Field Artillery Brigade, Major McCrae, who had joined the McGill faculty in 1900 after graduating from the University of Toronto, had spent seventeen days treating injured men -- Canadians, British, Indians, French, and Germans -- in the Ypres salient.

It had been an ordeal that he had hardly thought possible. McCrae later wrote of it:

"I wish I could embody on paper some of the varied sensations of that seventeen days... Seventeen days of Hades! At the end of the first day if anyone had told us we had to spend seventeen days there, we would have folded our hands and said it could not have been done."

One death particularly affected McCrae. A young friend and former student, Lieut. Alexis Helmer of Ottawa, had been killed by a shell burst on 2 May 1915. Lieutenant Helmer was buried later that day in the little cemetery outside McCrae's dressing station, and McCrae had performed the funeral ceremony in the absence of the chaplain.

The next day, sitting on the back of an ambulance parked near the dressing station beside the Canal de l'Yser, just a few hundred yards north of Ypres, McCrae vented his anguish by composing a poem. The major was no stranger to writing, having authored several medical texts besides dabbling in poetry.

In the nearby cemetery, McCrae could see the wild poppies that sprang up in the ditches in that part of Europe, and he spent twenty minutes of precious rest time scribbling fifteen lines of verse in a notebook.

A young soldier watched him write it. Cyril Allinson, a twenty-two year old sergeant-major, was delivering mail that day when he spotted McCrae. The major looked up as Allinson approached, then went on writing while the sergeant-major stood there quietly. "His face was very tired but calm as we wrote," Allinson recalled. "He looked around from time to time, his eyes straying to Helmer's grave."

When McCrae finished five minutes later, he took his mail from Allinson and, without saying a word, handed his pad to the young NCO. Allinson was moved by what he read:

"The poem was exactly an exact description of the scene in front of us both. He used the word blow in that line because the poppies actually were being blown that morning by a gentle east wind. It never occurred to me at that time that it would ever be published. It seemed to me just an exact description of the scene."

In fact, it was very nearly not published. Dissatisfied with it, McCrae tossed the poem away, but a fellow officer retrieved it and sent it to newspapers in England. The Spectator, in London, rejected it, but Punch published it on 8 December 1915.

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