Breitbart: ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY — Most have deployed in the double-digit figures — all over the world, and to Iraq and Afghanistan multiple times.
But one thing remains the same — their yearly trek to Arlington National Cemetery to pay respects to their fallen Green Beret brothers.
The Special Forces Brotherhood Motorcycle Club and its various chapters from all over the country gather every year at the Arlington National Cemetery to honor and remember friends who have made the ultimate sacrifice.
During a visit to the cemetery on Saturday, they began at the grave of President John F. Kennedy, and headed over to Section 60 — where veterans of the wars against terror are buried.
They visited Army Warrant Officer 1 Shawn Thomas, 35, of 1st Battalion, 3rd Special Forces Group, who died February 2, 2017, from injuries suffered in a vehicle accident in Niger. He was on his eighth deployment. more here
Attended Hanover County Memorial Day event at the war memorial today.
Keynote speaker is a long time war veteran and a gold star father who lost his son.
At the end he lost it when receiving a 2am phone call. Everybody struggled to choke back tears.
I meant ‘when describing the 2am phone call’.
Sloppy editing on my part.
Google has “FORGOTTEN” to commemorate this important day… AGAIN. BING has a nice cover photo, etc.
Boys, send up a prayer for my friend Mitchell Brick Edrington. He’s headed for hospice tomorrow. He was an Army Airborne Ranger. Went off to the wars back in the day. He would call from far off lands just to tell me that he couldn’t tell me anything. Funniest guy I ever met.
MLB Baseball today had a moment of silence for the fallen…and
everyone’ Uniform had a “Poppy” on it….I informed a Aussie
Friend
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.
( I only remember the first two lines of course…Still chokes Me up.