Remembering the Fallen Part III – Memorial Day
In our final tribute this Memorial Day to the posts some of you have made, we are reminded of something Vice President Pence said: “It was their duty to serve. It’s ours to remember.” Thank you, Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children for your posts to remember your friends, brothers, uncles, fathers, and loved ones. We couldn’t do them all, but here are a few last ones:
Fred Kinley – Was a member of the 313th Infantry Division, and died in the Battle of the Bulge. Because he was older than many of his troops, they affectionately called him “Pappy.”
Sgt Blake A Harris -1st Squadron, 12th Calvary Regiment, 3rd Brigade, 1st Calvary Division. Died when an IED exploded near his vehicle on March 5, 2007
Jesse D. Pittman, US Navy SEAL Team 5 – Killed in the incident known as Extortion 17 when the Chinook Helicopter carrying he and 29 others was hit by a rocket propelled grenade on August 11, 2011.
Marine Sgt Michael Ferscke Jr– 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion, 3rd Marine Division, III Marine Expeditionary Force. Died on-10-2008 when he was shot to death during a house to house search in Tikrit, Iraq.
We were hard pressed to be able to write them all, but every single one of them is valued and remembered.
TSgt George T. Potts, died in WWII on 3-24-1944
Cpl J. Scott Lindsey, US Army, died on 3-1-1991 when his vehicle hit a mine during Desert Storm.
PFC Michael Peter Umel, USMC- AMMO CO, SUPPLY BN, 1ST FORCE SVC RGT, FORCE LOG CMD, III MAF died April 10, 1968 in DaNang, Vietnam.
Ensign Daniel Berardinelli – US Navy Pilot, Torpedo Squadron 27, aboard the USS Independence, Died 7-30-45 on Honshu, Japan
Memorial Day… In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. –written during the First World War by Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae