From the Messenger archives

— The Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts will add color to the event as they keep in step with the red and blue of the Legionaires. The color guard bearing Old Glory can be seen waving proudly in the cool afternoon breeze as the sun glistens on the eagle atop its mast that symbolizes the free way of life that is America.

The our hears skip a beat as the parade passes over the bridge that spans North and South and they toss the flowers into the lazy flowing river in homage to those who were swallowed up by the angry salty waters of the deep.

At the cemetery, the orator is reading the “Gettysburg Address” and as these immortal words of Abraham Lincoln come floating across the neatly kept ways air, we cast our wandering eyes that are dapple with rose bushes, lilac trees, rippling flags and majestic monuments, each representing some fallen hero. And as we gaze out upon them, we wonder if maybe those who never got back knew we haven’t forgotten them and the great cause for which they gave their lives.

Our thoughts are momentarily interrupted by the orator’s voice: “The world will little note nor long remember what we say here but it can never forget what they did here” – No, the American people would never forget. The distant sound of gunfire is heard as the honor guards pay final tribute in their commemoration.

The strands of “America” can be heard as the whole procession join in mass chorus and many eyes become misty with tears. Then, slowly the throng melts into the fading evening sun.

Yes, Memorial Day, 1948, will be more than just a day of paying respect and honor to service men in veteran and service hospitals throughout the land, to those of by-gone wars, to the mothers who made the supreme sacrifices: of marching and remembering. It will be a day in which everyone will be seeking a kind of peace, everlasting peace, a world already rocked by two World Wars and shaking on the fringe of a third. It will also be a day when there will be a few wry twinges of ugly memories stirred within the hears of Americans: the Maine, the Lusitania, Pearl Harbor, Iwo Jima, established there by the rivers of time.

And when night finally draws its curtains, we thank God that we are Americans; that this is America with a free way of life in a bitter and badly confused old world.

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