Memorial Day – Bugler’s Holiday

 

We remember all those who have given so much so that we may have a day with friends and family. It seems fitting to honor the humble “Bugler Boy.”

Here is presented “Bugler’s Holiday” by Leroy Anderson, composed in 1954. This is the original version played by Leroy Anderson and the Boston Pops Orchestra’

 

 

Wishing everyone a wonderful day.

Veterans Day – “Hymn to the Fallen”

 

Veterans Day is a time for us to pay our respects to those who have served. For one day, we stand united in respect for our veterans. This video captures the terrible price so many have paid and are paying so we can be free.

These are American Cemeteries around the world and the number of those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. I suggest watching this in full screen to appreciate the enormity of it all. Staggering.

“Hymn to the Fallen” by John Williams.

 

This holiday started as a day to reflect upon the heroism of those who died in our country’s service and was originally called Armistice Day. It fell on Nov. 11 because that is the anniversary of the signing of the Armistice that ended World War I. However, in 1954, the holiday was changed to “Veterans Day” in order to account for all veterans in all wars.

We celebrate and honor America’s veterans for their patriotism, love of country and willingness to serve and sacrifice for the common good.

The restaurants listed at  Parade   are offering free or discounted meals to Veterans on Veterans Day.  Spread the word!

Each restaurant has different offerings, so be sure to look into each one specifically to make sure you’re eligible to take advantage of their veteran’s day discounts and freebies!

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Sunday Respite: ‘Arlington’

Remembering all those who have given so much so that we can be free. Best wishes to everyone for an enjoyable weekend with friends and family. Last year I discovered this song, and think it worthy of a repeat. I also give you a moving letter from Captain Ballou at the time of the civil war.

“Arlington” is sung from the viewpoint of a soldier, killed in battle and buried at Arlington National Cemetery. It was inspired by United States Marine Corps Corporal Patrick Nixon, who died in battle in 2003.

The following is a letter written by Maj. Sullivan Ballou to his wife Sarah (née Shumway) at home in Rhode Island.  Ballou died a week later, at the First Battle of Bull Run.  He was 32.

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JULY 14, 1861

MAJ. SULLIVAN BALLOU

Camp Clark, Washington

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days – perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.

Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure – and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine 0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing – perfectly willing – to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.

But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows – when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children – is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?

I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death — and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.

I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and “the name of honor that I love more than I fear death” have called upon me, and I have obeyed.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me – perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar — that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.

Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night — amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours – always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.

As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father’s love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God’s blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.

–Sullivan

Confederate Vets turned down for parade float, CAIR approved

As if we thought that the wheels of rational thought had reached the end of the road, a new insult to our intelligence. CAIR, a terrorist supporting group gets to parade, but not a recognition of Confederate vets?

Officials for a Tulsa, Oklahoma, Veterans Day parade have made it clear where their priorities lie. A group calling themselves “Confederate Veterans Lives Matter” have been turned-down for a float in this year’s parade in keeping with the liberal vendetta against all things Southern and all things Confederate. However, in a move that betrays a shocking bias on the part of event organizers, officials approved without question a float from the Oklahoma chapter of the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), an outspoken group that consistently prioritizes Muslim values over American ones.

Naturally, the move has sparked controversy as veterans remain some of the most-patriotic Americans and the inclusion of a float dedicated to Muslims while excluding a float dedicated to honoring America’s veterans has rubbed many the wrong way.

Laughably, the “Confederate Veterans Lives Matter” group was turned-down by event officials as they do not allow floats that advance a political agenda. Meanwhile, CAIR is strictly a political advocacy organization that advances a pro-Shariah agenda.

Hat Tip: Politistick

A Memorial Day Tribute

I hope everyone is having a great weekend. A special remembrance to World War II veterans whose members are leaving us every day. Well done, and thank you for your sacrifices. Here is Gene Autry’s  special ”Old Soldiers Never Die” tribute.

A speical rememberance to the family of Lee Rigby

By now most of you have heard of the horrifying slaighter of Drummer Lee Rigby of 2nd Battalion by a Jihadi Muzlim terrorist in the U.K.

Drummer Lee Rigby was a dedicated and professional soldier. He was a real character within the Second Fusiliers. Larger than life, he was at the heart of our Corps of Drums. An experienced and talented side drummer and machine gunner, he was a true warrior and served with distinction in Afghanistan, Germany and Cyprus.

Drummer Lee Rigby killed in Woolwich incident

This beautiful man  was hacked to death, beheaded on a London suburb street.

H/T: Woman Honor Thyself

Saddest Letter Ever From One of Our Military Vets!

I caught this over at Right Wing News. It speaks for itself.

Major Mike Banzet of the U.S. Air Force retired this year after more than 20 years in service to his country. He didn’t do so happily, either. To explain himself he published a long letter in the Daily Inter Lake that is a spot on attack on America’s misguided support of the Democratic Party.

You’ve elected officials who, for partisan points, spoke openly that the “…war is lost.” I happened to be in a dining facility in Baghdad that day, filled with the (mostly) young faces of (mostly) Army men and women. CNN was on the TVs, and things got very quiet when this elected official continued on, railing that the mission that some of these very people were here to do, had “…failed.” Yet, they would be donning their body armor, strapping on med kits and weapons, mounting HMMVs or MRAPs and heading outside the wire, ensuring that the newborn democracy in Iraq, purchased with so many lives, would be safe another night. The newly re-invigorated insurgents would be waiting, teeth bared back in a hateful smile, gripping the IED detonator, the RPG launcher, or the AK-47s to ply their trade with new energy, because the Senate Majority Leader had said they were winning.

You elected officials who continually defame and berate military members, whether it is the observation that if you’re not too bright, you’ll get “…stuck in Iraq” (this from a guy who has two Purple Hearts for self-inflicted wounds, and known for throwing someone else’s medals away in protest), or the calling of combat Marines cold-blooded killers (in a war; before trial). You’ve elected officials in the role of commander-in-chief who “loathe” the military, while using ROTC deferments and special treatment to avoid military service that the less “connected” take as a responsibility. On the basis of “change,” you elected someone who had close, ongoing associations with people who were part of an organization that tried to kill us [U.S. military] on our own soil.

You elected officials that promised to take property from some Americans, and give it to you, merely because they had more than you did. Those Americans that these officials have labeled as the “rich” are your neighbors, who provide jobs and pay far more in taxes than you ever will. That means they are already subsidizing your lifestyle choices; you just want more of their property without the responsibility of risking your wealth and labor to get it. You would rather hire someone to take it from them. And you have.

He’s dead right. Elected Democrats hate the military, they hate the constitution, hate the voters… in fact, Democrats hate the entire country and its history. They want to materially alter the U.S. until it is no longer the U.S. And that hatred of the country is untenable.
 Right Wing News

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