I do not say ‘Happy Memorial Day.’

4 thoughts on “I do not say ‘Happy Memorial Day.’”

1. Indeed.
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   ‘Happy Easter!’ is another one that always struck me as odd. ‘Enjoy the fact that the human race needed the Son of God to die in horrific fashion and be resurrected in order to save it from it’s own intrinsic flaws!’ On the other hand, celebrating the Love of God in spite of those intrinsic flaws IS worth a certain amount of gratitude.

   1. “He is Risen!” is common enough for Easter. A greeting reflective of the specific celebration is in order for those that view it as more than just another holiday.
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      Society may not be ready for it, but I’m on board with something like “Hail! The Victorious Dead!”
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      Perhaps some thing simpler then.
      A Blessed Memorial Day to you all.

   2. You want to wish someone well and you want to acknowledge the holiday the two of you share even if it’s a somber one. Within that context it does make sense however odd the phrasing might be.

      In the case of Easter I would say that it also makes sense because the reason Christ died was already acknowledged and processed on Good Friday. At this point we’re just celebrating the fact that He made a comeback and that what He did for us was successful. ^_^

2. The Blue And The Gray
   Francis Miles Finch (1827-1907)

   By the flow of the inland river,
   Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
   Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
   Asleep are the ranks of the dead:
   Under the sod and the dew,
   Waiting the judgment-day;
   Under the one, the Blue,
   Under the other, the Gray
   These in the robings of glory,
   Those in the gloom of defeat,
   All with the battle-blood gory,
   In the dusk of eternity meet:
   Under the sod and the dew,
   Waiting the judgement-day
   Under the laurel, the Blue,
   Under the willow, the Gray.
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   From the silence of sorrowful hours
   The desolate mourners go,
   Lovingly laden with flowers
   Alike for the friend and the foe;
   Under the sod and the dew,
   Waiting the judgement-day;
   Under the roses, the Blue,
   Under the lilies, the Gray.
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   So with an equal splendor,
   The morning sun-rays fall,
   With a touch impartially tender,
   On the blossoms blooming for all:
   Under the sod and the dew,
   Waiting the judgment-day;
   Broidered with gold, the Blue,
   Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
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   So, when the summer calleth,
   On forest and field of grain,
   With an equal murmur falleth
   The cooling drip of the rain:
   Under the sod and the dew,
   Waiting the judgment -day,
   Wet with the rain, the Blue
   Wet with the rain, the Gray.
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   Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
   The generous deed was done,
   In the storm of the years that are fading
   No braver battle was won:
   Under the sod and the dew,
   Waiting the judgment-day;
   Under the blossoms, the Blue,
   Under the garlands, the Gray
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   No more shall the war cry sever,
   Or the winding rivers be red;
   They banish our anger forever
   When they laurel the graves of our dead!
   Under the sod and the dew,
   Waiting the judgment-day,
   Love and tears for the Blue,
   Tears and love for the Gray.

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