We gather on the green, the sidewalks, and the roadways to honor and remember those who died in service to our country.
The veterans, servicemen and servicewomen, the band, the fife and drum corps, and floats go by. Salutes are given, wreaths are laid, planes fly by overhead. When the riderless horse goes by, tears come to our eyes.
At the cemetery, wreaths are laid, salutes are made, prayers and speeches are said, and the guns salute the dead. Taps is played, vibrating into our souls, and again tears are brought to our eyes.
We remember them. We will always love them. May they rest in God’s eternal peace.
Bernadette R. Gentry