Driving to church this morning I passed Nashville's National Cemetery. When I saw all the flags dotting the landscape I knew I had to have a picture to post here. After church Ken and I drove through, and I noted the gravestones from various years, acknowledging the lives that offered themselves during various conflicts our nation has undertaken. Those buried here didn’t necessarily die while serving, but it was humbling all the same to see row after row of stones marking the graves of those men and women who had been in our armed forces and found that association meaningful enough to want to be buried in the National Cemetery. I’ve never lost anyone I have known as a result of their service to our country, but being married to a veteran, and having a step-son now serving, the picture looks a little different than it did before.To those who serve, I offer my prayers. To those who have given their lives, I offer my gratitude.
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I plan to stop by one of the local cemeteries on the way home and take a few pictures too.
I have also worn patriotic scrubs all weekend, although some people just don't seem to "get" it.
I love you picture.
I also love your picture. I also have never lost anyone in the service of our country, but I had 2 uncles who served in WW2 and one day I hope to tell their story in scrapbooking as I have many pictures of them and letters from abroad that they sent to my grandparents. I certainly feel we owe a lot to those who choose to serve whatever their roles turn out to be.
Pam
I felt the same when we visited my uncle and Papa Joe's graves yesterday and saw all the flags. What a beautiful picture you took.
You are so right -- once you love and/or care about a veteran in your life one-on-one, it all takes on a very different hue. Well done.
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