Memorial Day and Veterans Day are frequently confused. They are not the same. Hoquiam Middle School students know the difference. And they’re showing it with a public memorial.
Located at the school entrance, the public memorial is “dedicated to the memory of those who served and protected their country.” It’s bordered by mini American flags in the shape of a U.S. map. The memorial includes markers with names of fallen heroes who died defending our country. Dates range from WWI to the Iraq War.
Can you imagine the amount of time and effort it took to put this display together? HMS gets it.
While those who died are also remembered,Veterans Day is set aside to thank and honor all those who served honorably in the military – in wartime or peacetime. The November holiday largely focuses on thanking living veterans for their service, and underscoring the fact that all who’ve served have sacrificed and done their duty. It is a day for thanks and appreciation.
Memorial Day is a day for remembering and honoring military personnel who died in the service of their country, particularly those who died in battle or as a result of wounds sustained in battle. Although the weekend is often seen as an opportunity to play ball, barbecue, or hit the beach, Memorial Day is indeed “the most solemn” of American holidays.
So fire up that grill. Grab that glove, kite, or second ice cream cone. Take in a concert. Hug your kids. Watch a parade. Welcome summer. When you do, however, be sure to take a few moments to reflect on the high cost that’s been paid to secure your freedom and liberty. While you’re at it, find a veteran and thank him or her for his/her service. Do both with respect.
God bless the Hoquiam Middle Schoolers and those who made this public memorial possible. Makes me proud to live in a town that “gets” it.
It’s a New Year. Time to get a few things straight, right off the bat. Here’s one: If I hear the Kum-Ba-Yah Credo (KBYC) one more time related to politics, I’m gonna throw up.
Heard that credo? It’s a reaction to all the heat and smoke and prickliness surrounding politics. Usually issued during or right after election season by good people who mean well, the typical KBYC bemoans all the “division” within the nation and how “we continue to add to that division on a daily basis” to “create a false sense security for some and downright hatred for others.” It may also opine:
We think we are helping, we are informing the misinformed, we are standing up for what we believe in, its the American way….right?? In reality all we are really doing is pointing fingers at the “other side” and tearing them down. So, who exactly is the other side right now? Apparently it’s white, black, male, female, transgender, straight, gay, republican, democrat, Christian, non-Christian and even law enforcement. It all depends on where you are standing. The truth is that everyone of these groups contains beautiful, loving, and compassionate souls standing right next to the haters and the violators.…
We are now saying, “hey you, good person….you’re choosing to stand in line with the haters and therefore you are guilty by association”. Well guess what? That is EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US! We all find ourselves in the midst of good and bad no matter where we are and what we are doing. It is not our job to destroy them and we are not responsible for them. Our battle is not with them, the true battle that we should be fighting is within ourselves!… We don’t have to agree, but we all have the ability to chose love over hate, to let our light shine or add to the darkness with our own anger and ugliness. … Life is short, spend it in love!
All Ya Need Is Love?
Aside from the infinitestimal assumptions in play, I’m not even sure what some of that means. But here’s a variation on that theme:
There’s only one voice that does my #1 favorite Christmas carol justice: Andrea Bocelli. Aka: La Voce. Why? Cuz there’s nothing like hearing a world-class Italian tenor render O Holy Night like a world-class tenor. In the original French.
But, alas. Andrea has been dethroned by the Home Free vocal band. Watch their stunning a capella version of O Holy Night:
Not to get picky here or anythin’, Mr. Black Hat, but you’re in church. Kindly lose the Stetson. And Dear Tenor, please get that twitch fixed.
Find out more about the country a capella quintet Home Freehere.
*This post originally published in 2015, shortly after the Home Free vid first came out. I decided to re-post, based on the amount of positive feedback received. Enjoy the encore.
The rocket scientists at MTV apparently thought they’d make the season dreary and trite by cooking up a batch of 2017 Resolutions for White Guys. Released on YouTube on December 19, the video sent the idiot-o-meter soaring into the stratosphere while igniting a social media firestorm. (The vid lasted about two days before being disabled. It’s now marked “private.”)
In case you missed it, this stroke of MTV genius featured a bunch of brain surgeons painting “white guys” as clueless, coddled, cave-dwelling Neanderthals while offering unsolicited pearls of wisdom to same like…
Temperatures are dropping. It’s cold outside. Right on cue, the Perennially Outraged/Coloring Book Crowd is showing us why anyone with an I.Q. above a potted plant is gagging on their latest Outrage Du Juor. (Kind of like the average reaction to Aunt Gertie’s brick mortar disguised as “fruitcake.”) The Crowd’s latest target as soon as the mercury dips downward? That evil, sinister seasonal chestnut: Baby, It’s Cold Outside. The charge? The tune promotes date rape.
Yes, friends, this Christmas classic has a double-meaning placing it high on the Naughty List. We know this is true because Leftistas say so. Here’s the Bing Crosby/Doris Day version, for your listening outrage. Brace yourself:
Clearly “icky.” “Sinister.” Especially compared to, say, four dead Americans in Benghazi. The Clinton Foundation. Basement email servers. Bill Clinton and Co. Anthony Weiner. Hamilton Electors. (Btw, if my falling snow screen offendeth thee, my profound apologies. In a pig’s eye.)
To be sure, the tune is smarmy. Not exactly “merry and bright.” But neither is Nancy Pelosi.
So,if we’re going to ban everything that sounds sycophantic or colors outside the PC lines, let’s at least be consistent. And no more pussy-footin’ around, okay? Be bold. Like deep-sixxing:
We Three Kings – Numeric discrimination, gender exclusive
O Come, All Ye Faithful – No participation ribbons; “triumphant” sounds too bellicose
Jingle Bells, It Came Upon the Midnight Clear – Climate insensitive, offensive to AARP, sexist
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing – Check out verses two and four.Sexist! Imperialistic! (Never mind that these lyrics are among the most profound in any hymnal. E.g., waaay over the head of your average Leftista)
White Christmas – Racist!
Let It Snow! Geez Louise.
While we’re at it, can we also eliminate Away In a Manger? Certainly PETA or some other overzealous busybody with too much time on their hands (Hi, Alec Baldwin) will find a way to decry the extemporaneous use of a barnyard feeding trough. Ditto anyone on The View – or both its viewers – blathering about a lack of cribs for baby beds.
Don’t even get me started on Rudolph or I Saw Mommy Kissin’ Santa Claus. Oh, the horror! Ditto mistletoe. It is a parasite, ya know. Much like your average Leftista.
And, lo! If there’s a valid charge related to Baby, it’s that its lyrics are among the most brainless in all Yuletide-dom. After all, “I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell” is now a hanging offense, right? Tip: If you don’t like the sappy song or find it otherwise offensive, Don’t Listen. Translation for Leftistas: If you don’t like the sappy song or find it otherwise offensive, Don’t Listen.
Behold. Not even Dieffenbachia takes The Coloring Book Crowd seriously. In the meantime, I hear Wal-Mart is having a two-fer sale on crayolas. Let me know if you need help stalking up (that’s not a typo). Or tracking down Aunt Gertie.
One more thing. As long as we’re being “bold,” it doesn’t get much better than this.
It’s December. Not sure what Colin Kapernick & Co. will be pouting about this time of year, but doubtless they’ll find something. Like replacing the traditional seasonal greeting with “Happy Holidays.” Or something equally vapid. See:praising a recently deceased murderous tyrant as a “freedom fighter” and “poor people’s hero.” (Get many visitors that far from Planet Earth, JJ?)
So. If Happy Holidays is your cup of Scrooge, fine. Just don’t expect/demand/force me to drink up. Not happenin’.
I do “Merry CHRISTmas.” If that offendeth thee, sorry. Naw. Not really. But if “Merry Christmas” causes you to launch into post-election Idiot Mode (hi, “protestors”), kindly considereth growing some thicker skineth. Cuz you know what? I don’t care. Consider this a “Happy Holidays”-free zone. Kinda like the Democrat-Free Zone the Grays Harbor Board of County Commissioners will be come January.
I know, I know. You don’t have time to throttle back to warp speed. Do it anyway. I’m pretty sure it won’t kill you. Give this a quick listen. About five minutes. You’ll feel better. Really. (Especially good with a steaming cup of hot cider or cocoa and an industrial-sized stash of Ghiardelli’s. Just sayin’.)
Where do we get such men? They leave this ship and they do their job. Then they must find this speck lost somewhere on the sea. When they find it, they have to land on its pitching deck. Where do we get such men?
– RAdm Tarrant, The Bridges at Toko-Ri
September 11, 2001 was like every other Indian Summer day in California, the Golden State. Gallons of sunshine poured out of a flawless azure sky. Temperatures hovered in the nineties. The long, lazy days of summer washed into another school year like breakers on Sunset Beach. In other words, the day was practically perfect. Until two airliners tore into the Twin Towers.
And America has never been the same.
Neck-deep in other responsibilities, I hadn’t tuned in to the news all day. “Turn on the TV” my husband said that evening.
“Why?” I asked. “What’s going on?”
“Didn’t you hear?”
“About New York.” Blank stare.
“Two planes flew into the Twin Towers this morning.”
“Was anyone hurt?”
I thought he meant two Cessnas with engine trouble. Someone got confused. Strayed off course. An accident. Minor injuries and a dozen insurance claims. Turning on the TV, it took about five seconds for reality to sink in.
Amid the shock, confusion and grief of that terrible, tragic day and its immediate aftermath loomed an unnatural quiet.
Southern California skies usually hum with air traffic of all shapes and sizes. Everything from thundering commercial flights to lumbering military cargo planes to the mosquito whine of light aircraft. It was all gone on September 11, 2001, when the FAA ordered all flights grounded. The result? A suffocating silence, terrible in its unnatural eeriness.
Years later, this event and those responsible are household words. Oceans of ink have been spilled on the subject of 9/11. Documentaries have been produced. Testimonials shared. Solemn memorials observed.
And we remember.
Many Americans set September 11 aside as a “day of infamy” – and something else. We mourn the lives lost. But we also remember the heroes. And in remembering, we honor the sacrifices of first responders – law enforcement, firefighters, and EMS. Scores of “ordinary” Americans who were anything but. On that Indian Summer day in 2001, we saw countless Americans go above and beyond the call of duty to protect and serve others.
It’s been a few years, but the events of that September morning still reverberate. They aren’t quiet. They touched a chord. For those who looked, the immediate aftermath of 9/11 showed America at her best: Generous. Selfless. Resourceful. Resilient and resolute. United. Uncowed.
The Bridges at Toko-Ri is set during the Korean War. But RAdm Tarrant’s question lingers: Where do we get such men and women?
We get them from Texas oil rigs. Iowa corn fields. Virginia coal mines. From Wall Street to Lombard Street. From football fields and baseball diamonds to basketball courts and hockey rinks. From blue collars to white. From New England fishing fleets. Florida citrus farms. Illinois’ windy city. From the Bay State to the North Star State to the Evergreen State. And all points in between.
From the courage and commitment of Navy pilots and first responders to the generosity and compassion of ordinary citizens, we “get such men and women” from all across the fruited plain. Americans at our best: Generous. Selfless. Resourceful. Resilient and resolute. United. Uncowed.