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This week was filled with inspirational stories about Memorial Day. We hope you are as moved by some of the stories and pictures as we were.
Just wanted to share a photo of cub scout den, Pack 135, Sulphur Springs Tn. at the Mountain Home National Cemetary, Johnson City Tn. This ceremony has been going on for over 50 years here with the Boy Scouts. WE WILL NEVER FORGET!!
Assist. Den Leader
This is a picture of my grandson Brady, in his front yard in Houston TX. This was his first Memorial Day. My daughter and SIL made the pic, and I thought it was a great photo with many possible implications...past, present and future...ripe for several significant captions. Feel free to post in the Fan Corner.
Like many young men of his day, may Dad, James D. (Slim) Landrum, was eager to serve in the armed forces for his country. His three brothers were in different branches of the military so he chose the Navy. He wanted to be on a submarine and, being 6’4”, he had to “shorten” his height to get in. He was an electrician on the USS Grenadier and on his 20th birthday was captured by the Japanese. His sub had been damaged and the crew had to abandon ship and scuttle the sub. My dad was in prison camp for about 2 ½ years under which he endured much torture. While there, several of the prisoners made an American flag out of bed sheets that one of them had sewn and used colored pencils for the stars and stripes. This was at a great risk of life if found out by the Japanese, therefore, this act of bravery to this day shows me the love he had for his country. Upon liberation from Omori prison camp my father decided that the stars and stripes were going to be prominent over everything else. He took a firemen’s pike to use as a flag pole and made his way to the front of everyone at the edge of the water to make sure “Ol’ Glory” was seen by all. He carried that love for the flag until the day he died in 1980 and did not see that flag again as they had decided to give it to the man who had sewn it. Many years later, my oldest brother, Jerry, located that flag after much research and my family has been blessed to see it on display at the Virginia War Memorial in Richmond, VA where my dad and all of us grew up. To this day I still miss my dad but I believe he would be saddened by the condition of this country today and the lack of respect given to our armed forces and the flag that has represented one of the greatest nations (under God) that this world has experienced. My dad is indeed my hero.
Dear Mr. Beck and Blaze staff,
I saw your email message for Memorial Day and wanted to send you this link of my 6 year old daughter singing the National Anthem at a Saint Paul Saints baseball game last night (Sunday, May 25). If you have any time to watch it I was struck by a few things.
We loved that a serviceman was with her on the field as she sang - not only did she sing for him but for all of our patriots both past and present. I explained to Montana before singing that when she sings the National Anthem, she is telling a story. A story about America, and it's God given freedoms that many have fought to preserve.
She/we were unaware that as she sung the words "the bombs bursting in air", the bombs would literally go off. This was completely unexpected but a very cool touch!
Just wanted to share it. Happy Memorial Day!