To all those who wore the uniform , we thank you.

"In Flanders Fields" is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the First World War by Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae. He was inspired to write it on May 3, 1915, after presiding over the funeral of friend and fellow soldier Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, who died in the Second Battle of Ypres. "

Donald Walsh..K.i.a Vietnam..
A sad loss for us..
Non combatant Medic..refused to carry a weapon..

Thanks Sherry ……… always appreciate you posting it.

This should be a day that we all take time to reflect on those who gave their lives in defense of our freedom. I lost a number of classmates and friends in Viet Nam. I think my most cherished achievement as a platoon commander in Viet Nam was not having to write a letter to the parents of one of my Marines telling them that their son was coming home in a body bag. I had some wounded but none killed. I attribute it mostly to Lady Luck.

My step-father served in the Army during WWII. He was stationed overseas and was put on death patrol. He saw things no young man should see and came home a changed man. He did come home.

My next door neighbor lost his life in Viet Nam trying to save some wounded men. His helicopter was shot down and he was not a survivor.

I have had many friends who served and came home and few will talk about what it was like.

We molt

Thank you for remembering.

My dad, at age 18, while a Marine on an anti-aircraft gun station on a battle ship, took a kamikaze to the belly. Shrapnel blew him wide open, a roller bearing pierced his eye and took rest in his brain. Yet he survived. I can’t imagine what he thought about for months in the hospital, struggling against death, and knowing 60 or so of his fellow marines and seamen were slid to the sea floor. 45 years later, a tiny cell of cancer took him away to join those other 60 or so. I was honored to place the flag next to his grave this year, as that was always the pride of my older brother. He lies next to dad now. Memorial Day has always been very special to our family and will always be. Brad

My Dad ended up in a POW camp for a few days, then the Nazis released him because he was a “grower of food” (vegetable farmer). Many of his fellow soldiers weren't as fortunate;  he never saw them again.