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“But grief is not the end of all. I seem to hear the funeral march become a paean. I see beyond the forest the moving banners of a hidden column. Our dead brothers still live for us, and bid us think of life, not death–of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and joy of the spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil our trumpets sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will.” 

 - Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

Memorial  Day 2015 - Remembering The  Fallen American Men And Women From All Wars

The Tomb Of The Unknowns With Guards

(Left to right) Sgt. Benton Thames, Sgt. Jeff Binek and Spc. William Johnson change the guard at the Tomb of the Unknowns. The ceremony is full of tradition and meaning. 

The Tomb of the Unknowns has been perpetually guarded since July 2, 1937, by the U.S. Army. The 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment (“The Old Guard”) began guarding the Tomb on April 6, 1948. There is a meticulous routine which the guard follows when watching over the graves.[74] The Tomb Guard:

  1. Marches 21 steps down the black mat behind the Tomb.
  2. Turns, faces east for 21 seconds.
  3. Turns and faces north for 21 seconds.
  4. Takes 21 steps down the mat.
  5. Repeats the routine until the soldier is relieved of duty at the Changing of the Guard.

After each turn, the Guard executes a sharp “shoulder-arms” movement to place the weapon on the shoulder closest to the visitors to signify that the Guard stands between the Tomb and any possible threat.

Twenty-one was chosen because it symbolizes the highest military honor that can be bestowed—the 21-gun salute.

Each turn the guard makes precise movements and followed by a loud click of the heels as he snaps them together. The guard is changed every half hour during daylight in the summer, and every hour during daylight in the winter and every two hours at night (when the cemetery is closed to the public), regardless of weather conditions.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arlington_National_Cemetery

Happy first day of production on Shadowhunters!!!!!

Episode 1×01, titled “The Mortal Cup,” officially begins filming today. There are 11 shooting days for the first episode. Last week, there was some filming going on, but Monday is the first official day that the actors will be filming, I’m so excited!!!!😄

This is a powerful, private photo I felt like sharing on this Memorial Day. My Tata has dementia, but he hasn’t forgotten his war stories. I can see the haze in his eyes during every day tasks, but when he talks about his time in the service, his eyes light up, his lips quiver. Sometimes it hits him how he’s watched his fellow brothers lose their lives so young, how others have sacrificed so that he was able to come home. I’ve asked my Tata to wear his uniform on a few occasions, and every time he stands with pride, I see the hurt in his eyes that he’s able to be here with his grandchildren, while so many people didn’t have the opportunity to start a family, or even come home to their family. And it’s times like this I witness the breakdown, and can only imagine the thoughts that consume his mind: he came home, many didn’t. I experience this, I witness this, I’m retold the stories, on a daily basis as I’ve taken care of my Tata. 

I’ve never seen war. But I’ve seen the look of war in the eyes of a veteran. And my heart hurts and reaches out to all the families to those whose loved ones never came back home. Veterans, continue to educate the younger generations about how much it has taken to keep us safe and the sacrifices that were made for that to happen. May they be remembered, and never forgotten. 

Photo Credit: Georgia H Photography, thank you so much for capturing this image of a man I respect so much. 

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“What a rush!” Hikari, now back to her normal form, stretches. “That was totally awesome! Now…let’s go over here!” She points at the red crystal. 

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Never forgotten.

As I do nearly every Memorial Day since Ben joined the Army, I spent the first few quiet minutes of my morning scrolling through Facebook and crying (#hormones).

I’m not making an attempt at melodrama, but it does not escape me how lucky I am to have Ben home and safe, and to further have neither of us be truly personally touched by loss.

But given our huge group of Army friends, we are the lucky ones.

So I scroll through and read their stories of loss, and I take a minute to remember the names and faces they miss dearly, along with the countless others we will never know.