Bud's blog: "Places of Honor..."

Trhough fog and rain, heat and cold, blistering winds that cut to the bone

Standing "White as Pure as thier Souls"

Hundreds are lined row upon row

These crosses bare names that honor is bestowed

We seek out names of family, friends and comrads from days of old

Some of them so long ago

They wore thier uniforms with pride

Some gave thier lives , so others could survive

Thier families and friends, neighbors and all

Mourn the loss of those who answered the call

Flags that flutter in the air mark these graves

Where our brthers and sisters lie in wait for us to meet them

Wearing our uniforms with pride

Forour answer to the call

Having given our country our all

I hang my "Dog tags " upon a cross, his name forever etched in stone

To show he was always remembered and not left behind

Someone once told me years ago...he faught in vain

I said that's not true

He fought for the Red, White and Blue

As I hang my head in prayer and thought> I can feel his presnce there

As I turned to look, hundreds where there, row upon row

Wearing their uniforms with pride

Saluting a falged draped coffin, another Brother or Sister is placed in the ground

I sanpped to attention and gave a Salute

The echos of rifle fire cut through the air

A twenty-one gun Salute

As a country mournes another Brother or Siter gone

I wipe my eyes to clear the tears

Suddenly  realize families, and Friend, Neighbors and all standing there

hrough fog and rain, heat and cold, blistering winds that cut to the bone

Standing white as pure as their souls

Hundreds are lined row upon row

These crosses bare the names that honor is bestowed

This is where my Brother lies in Earths Fold