Remembering those who put the greater good of our nation and humanity above their own.

 

Memorial Day 2019

Last year on Memorial Day, this is what it was like at the White Wolf Mine.

Arizona State Route 87
The Shack at the White Wolf Mine
A view from the deck.

Ah the memories. Last year was a miserable winter and it lasted right up to Memorial Day. Then it dried out and the Forest Service started doing controlled burns, filling the air with smoke and soot. Thanks USGOV.

This year couldn’t be more different. Summer came early and the locals are whining about it being too dry. The plague never touched the place. And I have six grandchildren and their parents visiting.

 

Enough Ghosts?

More than enough.

Ut nos es, eris  – As we (the dead) are, you will be

A friend who ghosts this blog and who served in the French Foreign Legion asked me to post Le Boudin. (Here you go – “LEGIO PATRIA NOSTRA” La légion étrangère. Défilé 14 juillet 2012.) The day is for American war dead, but I don’t have a problem with honoring the Legion. The Axe and the Apron of the engineers/pioneers always lead the military parade on Bastille Day.

 

15 COMMENTS

    • It’s a steel roof. The steel sheds everything – hail, rain, snow, harsh language. It sits on a pad that sits on another barrier that sits on marine grade plywood, It’s not heavy the way slate is and it’s good for 25 years. At the 25 year point, they put in a spacer for each screw attachment and it’s good for another 25 years. I’m roughly your age, Fredd. I might make it 25 years, but I doubt it. I won’t make it 50 years and by that point the roof will be beyond my concern. I spoke to the roofer and he said that they can go 100 years in his opinion. When I look at the construction, I don’t disagree.

  1. Your hovel’s in a pleasant location.
    The usual ceremony by the legion post was canceled this year thanks to the Chinese Plague and our donkey governor. We at least got the flags out at the local cemetery. I just hope that a couple of my friends, Korean War vets nearing 90, are around next year for the next time.

    • The damned Chinese Plague… what a fun stopper.

      There is no cemetery here, but you can be buried on your property in Arizona, that will be my children’s decision. Old injuries being what they are, I’m beginning to feel them with age.

      The cemetery in Winslow is just dirt. Closer to ‘boot hill’ than I’d like to admit. Flagstaff should have something nicer, but I haven’t checked. I don’t know if there is any Memorial Day activity here, but wherever it is, I’d have to drive to it and campers will be packing up and heading home. The roads here are narrow and the go-home days do have traffic. So I sound like a curmudgeon.

  2. We had 9″ of slop on May 25 when building our place years ago. Same deal yesterday but slightly warmer so just good pasture moisture…35 degrees this morning but the sun is up. Typical Memorial Day weather (picture freezing fleece wearing campers huddled around smoky campfires wondering what happened to Spring).

    I echo your sentiment to all those who gave the full measure…the picture of the coffin gets a little dust in the eye.

    • The dust and wind hits me worst where a young wife and a couple of babies are left behind. The point of the spear is made up of young men in the prime of life with families that are just starting out. And it hurts to see them hurt, doesn’t it?

      • Yes it does, every time. If it doesn’t you simply aren’t human. Prayers of comfort and strength for them always seem inadequate.

        Might have to watch Taking Chance this evening…same “dust in the eye” effect.

        • You need to display the colors and to retire them properly. There is a household in the area that flies the flag 24/7 in the area here – until it’s shreds. Disgraceful.

          • My neighbor flies his 24/7, but it’s properly illuminated, and I think he replaces it yearly. The American Legion Post in Laporte provides a service to properly dispose of no longer serviceable flags, as do most, I think. The one we’ve been flying was in the closet when we bought the house. Looked like it hadn’t been unfurled in years, but now it flies proudly here!

  3. Yesterday evening at the big box store I am working at in the lighting and electrical department, a gentleman and his wife were buying lights to illuminate their flags at night. He was insistent on having two flood lights for proper illumination. That was a tip-off and I asked if he had served in the military. He replied that he had served three tours in Iraq including the initial invasion in 2003 and was retired. We shared a little of our military history. As a former C-130 pilot he gave me a good laugh when he said he had flown in C-130’s but never landed in one as he always jumped out of them.

    As he left, and after an elbow bump, I gave him my wholehearted thanks for his service to this country even though we had both served. He gave much more than I ever had; he had lost his right arm and suffered sever scaring from his service.

    Here is a (figurative) glass raised in a toast to those who have suffered loss in service to this country; most especially those who gave their lives. May we always remember those no matter the righteousness of the wars they fought in for they did it in service to their fellow citizens and their country. God bless them all!

    • Thank you for sharing his story (and yours). Freedom isn’t free. And the service to and love of country is the beating heart of America. It’s not the shrinking snowflakes and the entitled elite. A toast and a hand salute.

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