As you enjoy your day off from work and you are having your cookouts think about all the men who died serving this county. They made the ultimate sacrifice to help make this country what it is today. Too bad the poser in the White House will only pay lip service to them. Both he and his racist wife hate the military as well as what this country stands for.
To all of our veterans living and dead, thanks for all that you have done and the sacrifices you have made for our great country.
As for me, it’s barbequed pork steaks with baked beans and my mom’s potato salad recipe. Yummy!
Denny- Why don’t you post the potato salad recipe?
What time is dinner?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IzUU-hdtxv8&feature=share
Will never see obutthole make a speech like this. You see you have to believe in something great and love it at the same time.
May you have a peaceful Memorial Day, sir, as you’ve earned it.
May we always remember and honor our brothers/sisters that gave their lives for this country.
As a Navy Vet 71-75, I can not agree with you more about the occupants of the Nations House.
Now for lunch steaks, burgers, wurst and Baked Potato Salad with homemade peach pie and hand churned peach ice cream.
By the way grandkids make a great labor source when it comes to the old ice cream churn:)
God Bless ALL who served and serve currently in the military. They are American heroes and Rest In Peace all you men and woman who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Like Denny says, the current “Commander-in-Chief” loathes those who really believe in the American experience and is doing his best to destroy the finest military in the world.
That is the quintessential shame!
Thank you, thank you, thank you for finally coming, in 1942, so young, so eager, so knowledgeable to fight the Second World War, in Europe. My Canadian brother, who had been there since 1939, said that the Allied Forces were so tired, so depleted. They didn’t think that they would make it.”When the Americans arrived,” he said, ” they were like units of fresh, vigorous blood entering a dying body.” He became Agent the Liaison between the Americans and the British, until, as a Major, he went on the Normandy Beaches to liberate France.
I was 16 years old when my brother returned home. Without you, I would probably have lost him. Thank you with all my heart for what you did.
And thank you to President Reagan for knowing how to speak to the Soviet Union. After the war, my brother, while being a lawyer, remained in the Army He was Lieutenant Colonel and the Commandant of his Regiment, when he died at 69. Always in a state of readiness, he had been sure, until Reagan appeared on the scene, that we would have to fight Russia.
God save America!
For your collection:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbjcaIKYEPo
Cheers
I’m not a veteran but today my son was promoted from a 2nd lieutenant to a first lieutenant in the US Air Force. Thank you to all to who have given so much for so many.
Our Veterans Day isn’t till Nov 11th so b-b-q’s are a little restricted up here. I’ve always sort of thought that most of those who gave everything for our freedoms actually would probably rather enjoyed knowing their families were able to have these occasions as long as the sacrifices given were remembered with respect……Maybe should start a custom,as in some religions that a place be set for the missing at b-b-q’s , as a sign of respect and memory 🙂
This Morning there was the yearly wreath-laying ceremony at Hills of Rest Cemetery at 1100, and as always, Patriot Guard Riders was asked to post flag line. My task, as always, was to be there with my truck carrying our thirty rolled large flags to distribute to the bikers when they drove up in slow, stately procession. This means I get there early from about 1000 to position my truck and be waiting, of course wearing my PGR vest and boonie hat. This morning everything went according to plan. With one surprise. While waiting I wander the veteran area noting the names and veteran inscriptions. While doing so, I notice a woman there also contemplating the markers, accompanied by her little toddler, looking to be about two-three years old. I was wondering if she was looking for a family member. We drifted nearer. And suddenly, with a little prompt from Mom, the little girl walks over and hands me a large yellow rose. Mom then explained to me that she was born a German, but adopted while her stepfather was in Viet Nam. By her reckoning were it not for Viet Nam, she “would not be here today”, and she was intent on getting her girl started on the right foot from the beginning. She had lost a couple of veteran friends, one to drink, and one to suicide, so we talked about personal demons, and other related issues. It seems the pollen got pretty thick about that time. Then little girl needed potty, and shortly after my bikers arrived. I will remember this Memorial Day.
This, Rurik, is what the day represents. Nice to know that it’s still being observed, and thank you for taking the time to do something. Myself, I still think of May 30th as being Memorial Day but whenever folks take the time to remember those who never came back it means something.