Friday, to begin this weekend, my wife and I spent some time at our local cemetery (the high plains can be a lonely land). While we were there a group made up of old and young (the VFW and the Boy Scouts) moved among the graves placing flags.

Today we went back with the grandkids. Our conversations were intentional as we talked with them about service and sacrifice, about those who gave their lives to protect our freedoms. We had immediate confirmation of the impact of our efforts. As we drove through the cemetery on the way out, from the backseat came, "Stop, Papa. Stop." One of them had spotted a casualty of the prairie wind. A flag was laying on the ground. The oldest hopped out and reset it. Then they saw another. Soon all three with picking up fallen flags and replacing them. I was one proud Papa.

When all was right, we finished our time at our local "Corridor of Honor".

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[Linked Image from i.imgur.com]

“Many with their last measure of life.”

From generation to generation, may their sacrifice be never forgotten.

Last edited by FallCreekFan; 05/27/26 10:44 AM.
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