Narrative Essay On Memorial Day

Memorial Day started in Waterloo, NY. This event was made to recall the soldiers that perished in war and decorate their graves. Lyndon Johnson declared

Saying “The Pledge of Allegiance” and singing “The Star Spangled Banner” makes me feel so proud to live here. Listening to veterans tell stories about wars is so interesting. You wonder how they survived and how some are still willing to go out and fight. When you see a veteran, you realize that this is your home. These veterans have given me a life most people would love to have. These veterans stood up for what they believed in. I will never meet all of them, but I will never be able to express how thankful I am. These veterans are people we pass every day, they don’t expect a thank you. We lose about 1,000 World War II, Korean War, and Vietnam veterans everyday. They should be thanked a lot

Not many people would withstand having to go off to war knowing their life was on the line. There is much respect and gratitude inclined towards those who did and sacrificed everything they had. Our cordially veterans - the ones who fought and endured the bestial wars, the ones who knew they could fall at any moment, the ones who, despite the horror and fear

    It is important to remember how much of daily life is affected by the work of veterans. Walking on streets, going to school, eating at restaurants, and hanging out with friends all depend on the service of veterans. They may not receive the proper amount of recognition from the younger generations, but their work is appreciated. In actuality, they gained vital information that can be shared with the future generations. They have gained respect and honor for their duty for our

Often times we find ourselves thinking about the past only to try to force the memories away and return to our current delusion. We can never erase the past, but if the past is who we are, then should we just welcome pain back into our lives? Embarrassment, guilt, and pride betray us as we choose to bury our darkest memories in our head and look to a positive future without ever having to readdress them and acknowledge that they had ever happened in the first place. Thinking back now my weakest moment caught me by complete surprise.

Most people don’t know how it feels to lose a family member that had done service, my Grandfather had died when I was in Third Grade which was in 2011. He was a veteran of the Cold War. His cause of death was cancer. The doctors said he wasn’t going to survive. The sad part is that he died just basically a week before his 70th birthday.

On February 19, 1945 five Marines and one Sailor participated in an event that would forever change the course of events for the Marine Corps. Undoubtedly one of the most powerful images of the 20th century is the flag raising atop Mount Suribachi on Iwo Jima. The flag raising captured the courage, commitment and honor that these Marines held as they reached the top. These individuals were only doing what they were instructed to do, but it was the Pulitzer Prize winning photograph that was taken by Joe Rosenthal that turned this war time event into a world wide historical event. Behind the eagle, globe and anchor, the flag raising has taken the form of a second emblem for the Marine Corps.

For many, Memorial Day is a day to grill to shoot fireworks, and to party, but if you suffered from a loss due to war, then you must see a different perspective. While the rest may view it as a day for celebration, you would see it as a day for mourning. Whilst others may not find much appeal to it, you may spend your day laying flowers at graves. What would be the meaning of Memorial Day to others?

We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude and the veterans deserve to have gratitude from others. The reason why I am grateful for our nation’s veterans is because without them we would not have peace and freedom in our country. Another reason why I am grateful for our nation’s veterans is because they have fought for us to have a good society instead of a corrupted one. After the veterans return from war they don’t change on how the treat people and not expect anything in return and that is why I am grateful. The nation’s veterans deserve to be celebrated and commemorated for their efforts and sacrifices.

Veterans Day mean a lot to me because if it wasn’t for those who fought for us, then we wouldn’t have our freedom. I honor the brave soldiers who fought for our rights, and those

In this morning's parade people stood-up and applauded everyone in uniform, and this one child about 7-years old stood-up and yelled out Mommy look, its Air Force people and then saluted Colonel Hund our commander, it brought tears to my

how is your evening....hope you are enjoying a good memorial day weekend.......so far my weekend was good.....I am aware that you located near Louisville.....I have visited Louisville few times after I got stationed in ft Campbell.....Louisville just a bit over couple of hours drive from Campbell.....distance is not a factor for me....at the same note I don't want to pressure you ....if you are comfortable I would look forward to hear back from you...we can get to know each other and see how things fall in place.

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We should always keep honoring our veterans because they are braver than anyone else in the world. On Veterans Day or Remembrance Day as some people say we should celebrate it as one of the best holidays because no one else has had the guts to do all veterans did. They fought harder than anyone else, they worked harder than anyone else, and they are braver than anyone else. We should be respectful to every veteran. If you ever see someone that you know is a veteran then you should thank them. They should be remembered forever for what they did. I am glad that when they moved the holiday, the people did not like it and it was moved back to the right day. I think it just seems more respectful to have it on the right day. Veterans day

The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.