On June 10, 2009 I buried my father in Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia. He was 86 and an Army veteran of WWII, Battle of Okinawa; part of ‘the greatest generation.’ As we drove to the burial site we passed row after row after row of white tombstones perfectly aligned in all directions. The tombstones reached out over rolling hills like fields of wild flowers. As I absorbed this journey, the tombstones seemed to speak out, in ever so soft voices, offering untold stories of service to our Country. Is anybody listening? Will you remember me? Do you care?
Many of the graves are of young men and women who never got the chance to grow up and age with their families. Lives cut short, standing their watch, so the rest of us could enjoy the freedom provided by this great Country. In the vastness of this hallowed ground…
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What a heartwrenching yet beautiful tribute he wrote!
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Aww, thanks, Christy. I’m glad you enjoyed reading it. Hugs, dear friend.
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I didn’t realize who the author of that post was until now… How wonderful you are both blogging… I send you so many hugs xoxo
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Heartwarming. Always remember. Never forget. ❤
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Thanks for taking the time to read it and comment.
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It’s so sad, Michelle.
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It is, Cathy. There is one story from our trips to Arlington, that lives with me. Check out U- Unforgettable from the A to Z a couple of years ago. Heartwrenching. https://michelleclementsjames.com/a-z-challenge/
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Oh yes, just been to read, it is absolutely heartwrenching.
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It’s a sad story that is repeated far too often all around the world.
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Very true.
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