Memorial Day 2017
Memorial Day 2017
Gary Hunt
Outpost of Freedom
May 29, 2017 (Memorial Day)
Memorial Day began as a day of honoring and remembering those soldiers that died in the Civil War. It was practiced beginning in the South in 1866 and the North in 1868. It was a day in which the graves of those soldiers were decorated with flowers, in honor of their sacrifice, and was called Decoration Day.
Recognition as Memorial Day began as early as 1872, though it wasn’t commonly used until after World War II. In 1967, it was officially changed to Memorial Day by the government.
It now honors all dead American Soldiers, Sailors, Marines, and Airmen, who died in service to their country, including those who fought for the South.
So, what is a holiday; what does it mean? Well, we can look at the Ten Commandments and get an idea of just what led our Judeo-Christian values to recognize a special day. The Fourth Commandment says, “Thou shalt keep the Sabbath Day holy.” That means that the designated day is above all other consideration, on the day so designated.
Whether you hold Saturday or Sunday as the Sabbath is a choice that each of us makes. However, we commonly recognize the last Monday in May to be Memorial Day, and on that day we recognize of the sacrifice of those soldiers; it is to be held above all other considerations.
There is little doubt that those in power have moved our country away from the Constitution that created that government. They have moved the government away from the very reason for those who served, and those who gave their lives for what was intended — and what we fought for.
There are two soldiers that I have particular memories of. First is William “Billy” Prescott. We went through nearly our entire schooling together. Bill was quiet and intelligent, and perhaps the least likely to consider to be a soldier. I found out about Billy’s death, Killed in Action, on my first and only visit to the Wall in Washington, D. C. One-hundred and twenty-six of us, the “Prodigy Vets”, went to see the Wall, most for the first time, in 1992. Walking down, along the wall, to the apex, then back up the other side, was probably the most emotional event in my life. The magnitude of waste of those lives was beyond my comprehension. Considering that the Vietnam War was nothing that we should have been involved in, rather a consequence of our government gone astray from the principles upon which this country was founded. However, we were naive, and simply did our Country’s bidding.