To honor those who gave their all. We live in a country that is free because of ALL the men and women through the centuries who have fought and died. Who gave their all.
“Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13NIV) If a friend would have no greater love than to die for me, how much more love is it for a stranger to die for me. For our country. For our freedom.
People you don’t know and will never meet have died for you and are dying today for you to remain free. The love. The sacrifice. When I think on this, I am in awe.
“In 1915, inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields," Moina Michael replied with her own poem:
We cherish too, the Poppy red(Text)
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.”
Just remember, freedom is never free. Someone, somewhere has paid for your freedom. And that blood of heroes never dies.
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1 comment:
Beautiful post, Mary, and so true. Freedom is never free.
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