Deep In The Forrest

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day Sleeping the years of their manhood away. Give them the meed they have won in the past; Give them the honors their future forcast; Give them the chaplets they won in the strife; Give them the laurels they lost with their life. ~Will Carleton REMEMBER... HONOR... FREEDOM IS NOT FREE Grass PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work. Sandburg, Carl. 1918. Cornhuskers.

I just want to take a moment to honor those who have passed in the line of duty standing up for what they believe in, and fighting for the freedoms that we sometime take so for granted. You are appreciated, missed and loved. Thanks to you, and those of you who are still out there, fighting hard for your families, our country and sacraficing yourselves, being away from your families and fighting for a freedom that we know is definitely not free... Our hearts are with you today and always. Memorial Day is Every Day...