Sunday, May 26, 2013

"Memorial Day..."



"It's All quiet now..."

... but one hundred and fifty years ago today, these artillery pieces were bombarding Confederate positions just several hundred yards away... close enough that the commanding officer of this battery was shot and mortally wounded by a Confederate sharp shooter.


Battery De Golyer
Vicksburg, MS

The National Cemetery at Vicksburg had been adorned with fresh flags for the upcoming Memorial Day and celebration of the Sesquicentennial of the Battle and Siege.

Vicksburg National Cemetery
Vicksburg, MS

There are 18,000 graves located here...  approximately 17,000 of them are those of Union soldiers from the Civil War.  Of that number, about 75% are unknown... that's a lot of young men whose families never knew exactly what happened to their sons, husbands, and brothers.


Vicksburg National Cemetery
Vicksburg, MS

The Confederate dead aren't eligible for burial here... initially they were buried behind Confederate Lines... and later were relocated to the Vicksburg City Cemetery (Cedar Hill Cemetery) in an area named 'Soldiers' Rest.'  There are approximately 5,000 Confederate soldiers interred here... of that number, only 1,600 are identified.

Confederate Monument
Cedar Hill Cemetery
"Soldiers' Rest"
Vicksburg, MS

I recognize the honor and the integrity of all of these men who died in this conflict.


Locally, I like to purchase flags and decorate those graves here in my area.  I especially like to focus on those graves that appear to be in neglect... their families have either died out... moved away... something happened.


This headstone pretty much describes everything to me... he was a pilot and he didn't return from a mission.  I've never seen any flowers or any notice of family for this man.



This headstone is explicit as well. It tells us that Private Henry was killed in action at the Remagen Bridgehead in Germany.  This was right at the END of the war.
Bless his heart...



This is a new one for me... meaning that I hadn't seen it before.  The date of death indicates that he could have died in Europe at the end of World War I... supposedly the war to end all wars.

Do the math, if you will... these three young men were really just boys...



This one is special to me.  This is the grave of a long time family friend, "Uncle" Otis.  He and his brother, Glen, went to Europe together after the United States became involved in that conflict.  Glen Crosby, I've been told, held the distinction of being one of the first American soldiers to die in this war.

"Uncle" Otis would tell me stories about the War. Imagine that... getting first hand stories from someone who was actually there! He once told me that his job was to fire a water-cooled Browning Machine gun out over 'No Man's Land.'

He told me of this one night when the water pump on the gun broke.  This meant that the barrel didn't cool... the barrels in these weapons were replaceable, but it was also time consuming.  He said that in the time that it would take to replace the barrel, that the Germans could come across and kill them all under cover of darkness.

He talked of how the barrel started turning red... then orange... then blue... and then white... and he told me that white is the hottest that metal can be... and that little bits of the barrel started sticking to the rounds that were zipping across the fields that night.

We call athletes 'heroes'...  

those same athletes talk about 'going to war...'

I call Bullshit on that...

These men above are heroes...

~shoes~

23 comments:

  1. You're absolutely correct. Very touching post.
    Thank you.

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    1. Thank you, Nitebyrd... from time to time, I tear myself away from my insanity to write something meaningful...

      ~shoes~

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  2. Thank you so very much for sharing this beautiful piece on such a solemn day. I miss my next door neighbor, Jim, who enlisted at the age of 17 (lied about his age) and flew Mustangs over Germany to protect the bombers. They were called "little helpers" because they would dogfight through blizzards of anti-aircraft fire. He was so good at his job, he made it past 50 missions and only crashed two planes. I used to leave red carnations and a bottle of vodka on his doorstep on Memorial Day. If he caught me doing that, he would make me come in and drink martinis with him while he told stories of his war time exploits. Thank God I only had a short walk home after a long story time with Jim. He passed a couple of years ago. Your article here reminded me of him and many others who served including family - my Dad in particular - and the tears came when you wrote of keeping up with the neglected graves.

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    1. Thank you, Linnn... As I stated above, sometimes I can get past my lunacy and write something meaningful.

      These young boys like your Jim... my Otis... they were just kids... fighting and dying so far away from their Moms and Dads... most of those kids, that's the first time they were probably ever away from home.

      Your Jim flew Mustangs! That was state of the art as far as U.S. aircraft was concerned...

      We need to remember all of those young men and women... men like your Dad...

      Re: those neglected graves... someone has to remember them... no?

      I would place the flag and take a step back and say their names out loud... it's special to have ones name read aloud.

      *sighs*

      ~shoes~

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  3. Thank you so much for posting this. It gave me chills, just reading about this and wondering what became of these heroes' families or how they coped after learning their loved ones were not coming home. Too often we forget the real meaning of this "holiday". Thanks for the reminder.

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    1. Good morning, Ms Yvonne...

      Yes, we do forget. Shame on us...

      I hope all is well with you! Did you dodge any of that bad rain that moved through the San Antonio area??

      ~shoes~

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    2. Doing great, thanks! Hope you are too! Thankfully, all that crazy rain didn't make it to Houston. But it was really bad in SA. No, we're officially in hell now. Or, what it must feel like in hell. It's HOT HOT HOT -you know, the usual in Houston. :)

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  4. My father served in three branches of the armed services. I was unaware of this until he died and stories of his life emerged. He too lied about his age in order to serve. Fortunately, he lived a good life after serving and only passed eight years ago. This is a great post for remembering those who have gone before us. I can't imagine the horrors of what a war must do to anyone. Happy Memorial Day Shoes.

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    1. Good morning, You!

      I wonder why it is that we don't learn some of the things we do about others until after they are gone? It would mean so much more to us to know while they are here with us.

      I can't imagine the horrors at all... :o(

      Happy Memorial Day to you!

      ~shoes~

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  5. Yesterday I watched Lincoln ( Daniel Day Lewis/Sally Field)...I didn't realize how much of a family man Lincoln was, nor realized his passion was so strong when it came to equal rights... I guess blame could be on the education/or lack of that I got on Lincoln... Anyway, u mention about some graves not showing a remembrance... I know for me, I don't need to go to a grave to be reminded... its too engraved in my head..along w/the memories.

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    1. Good morning, Chris...

      You know, I haven't seen that movie yet... I do like Daniel Day Lewis. I need to study him some more... I've come to know that one can't trust movies to be objective in their presentations.

      I can so understand what you mean about it being etched in your memories...

      I guess what I do is part of wanting to remember someone on a day such as this that has been long forgotten.

      Last year in Holland, I learned that the Dutch adopted the graves of those soldiers from other countries that died there... they took it upon themselves to maintain the final resting places of these people. This responsibility of maintaining these graves is passed down as newer generations replace older ones.

      That is a most great level of respect...

      I hope you had a good weekend!!

      ~shoes~

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  6. Extremely moving and thought provoking. I admire you for taking the time and effort to visit some of these graves and decorate them. To pay attention to the real heroes. Makes me stop and consider my fortune and want to stop stropping about the shit I moan about.

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    1. Good morning, Juliette...

      There are many events daily that tend to put my 'travails' of Life into proper perspective!

      I ran out of flags! I need to go get some more today... There's no way I can do all of them, but still...

      I hope you had a great weekend!!

      ~shoes~

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    2. It was ok. Always room for VAST improvement :) Hope you got some more flags :)

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  7. hello, i have arrived here and am glad. your tribute to three young men says everything. i imagine they appreciate your tribute from their vantage point.

    nice to meet you, thank you
    kj

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    1. Hi there, kj... it's my pleasure to meet you...

      I have been over to your blogs as well... :o)

      What I did in honor of those three fellows was nothing... what they did was everything.

      ~shoes

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  8. Amen to that Red... so amazing you did that...

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    1. Good morning, Ana...

      Thank you... I would rather think of it as just something that I noticed and wanted to do... I hope all is well with you.

      ~shoes~

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  9. Very touching for you to take the time for the ones that go unnoticed or have no one to stop by.

    I use to take my kids with me to put flowers out for their grandpa and now that they are grown. My daughter went there yesterday to put flowers. It made me proud to see her do this.

    Love reading your post about history. Thanks

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  10. Hi there, Liz... I think when it's all over and done with, we would want to be remembered.. no?

    How are things going for you??

    ~shoes~

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  11. Whenever I take the time to look at graves - there a big one not for from my house - I get sad, really sad. There are so many things we still need to do as individuals, there are so many people we still want to meet, and this - the grave I'm looking at - is where it will end. all of it. Just like that. While the trees in my back yard keep growing, I'll be feeding worms. That's so depressing. When I think of all the people who died before I was born - relatives, friends of my grandparents, and then evntually my grandparents themselves... sigh... Why would I even care to be good at my job? Could there be anything more superficial than pursuing a carer? Do you know what I mean, Shoes. A hundred years from now, no one will remember us. Let's have a drink.

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  12. Hi there, Grumpster...

    Your comment reminds me of an old tombstone epitaph:

    "Remember me as you pass by,
    As you are now, so once was I,
    As I am now, so you must be,
    Prepare for death and follow me."


    Our time here is so fleeting. I remember when my Dad was dying, and he said to me, "I can't believe that 90 years could go by so quickly..."

    Bless his heart...

    ~shoes~

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    1. Some would say 90 is pretty good going but not me. When you're gone you're gone and I hate it.

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