Memorial Day Poems

You have now found the Memorial Day Poems to stir the emotions and remember all those who have served and died for us. This special day is a patriotic holiday in the United States of America called Memorial Day!It is celebrated in remembrance on the last Monday in May for the brave service of men and women. Originally, Memorial Day honored those who had died in the Civil War but now, it honors those who died in the Spanish-American War, World War I, World War II, the Korean War, Vietnam and Desert Storm, Iraq and Afghanistan.











Memorial Day Poems

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God Bless Our Native Land

God bless our native land,
Land of the newly free,
Oh may she ever stand
For truth and liberty.
God bless our native land,
Where sleep our kindred dead,
Let peace at thy command
Above their graves be shed.
God help our native land,
Bring surcease to her strife,
And shower from thy hand
A more abundant life.
God bless our native land,
Her homes and children bless,
Oh may she ever stand
For truth and righteousness.
Frances E. W. Harper

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SOMETIMES WE GET A CHANCE TO SHOW HOW MUCH WE CARE NOW!
FOR ALL SERVICEMEN AND WOMEN EVERYWHERE!

This is a story called:-Airline Lunches

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat
down in my assigned seat.
It was going to be a long flight from Gatwick
I'm glad I have a good book to read
Perhaps I will get a short sleep,I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of British Army Youngsters
came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats,
totally surrounding me.

I decided to start a conversation.
Where are you blokes headed? I asked the young man seated
nearest to me.
Cyprus . We'll be there for two weeks for special training,
and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made
that lunches were available for five pounds.

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It would be several hours before we reached Cyprus,
and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time..
As I reached for my wallet,I overheard a soldier ask
his mate if he planned to buy lunch.
No, that seems like a lot of money for just an airlinelunch.
Probably wouldn't be worth five quid.
I'll wait till we get to Cyprus.His mate agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers.
None were buying lunch.
I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight
attendant a fifty pound note.

Take a lunch to all those soldiers!

She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly.Her eyes wet with
tears, she thanked me.
My young bloke was a soldier in Iraq, it's almost like you
are doing it for him.
Picking up ten lunchboxes,she headed up the aisle to
where the boys were seated.

She stopped at my seat and asked, Which do you
like best - beef or chicken?Chicken, I replied,wondering why she asked.
She turned and went to the front of the plane,returning a
minute later with a dinner plate from first class.

This is your thanks.

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After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the
plane, heading for the rest room.
An old bloke stopped me,I saw what you did and I want to be
part of it. Here, take this. He handed me twenty-five pounds.
Soon after I returned to my seat,I saw the Captain coming
down the aisle,looking at the aisle numbers as he walked,
I hoped he wasn't looking for me, but noticed he was
looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane.

When he got to my row he stopped,smiled, held out his hand,
and said,I want to shake your hand.
Quickly unfastening my seat-belt I stood and took the
Captain's hand.
With a booming voice he said, I was an army pilot a long
time back. Once someone bought me lunch.

It was an act of kindness I never forgot.
I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the
passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch
my legs. A kid who looked about 18 was sitting about six
rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake
mine. He left another twenty-five pounds in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to depart.
Waiting just inside the aeroplane door was a man who stopped
me, put something in my shirt pocket,turned,and walked away
without saying a word. Another twenty-five pounds!

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering
for their trip up to their training area.
I walked over to them and handed them the seventy-five pounds
It will take you some time to reach your training area
It will be about time for a sandwich.
God Bless You Blokes.

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Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and
respect of their fellow Brits
As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for
their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all
for our country.
I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little... A British Serviceman is someone who,
at one point in his life, wrote a blank cheque made payable to "United Kingdom"
for an amount of "up to and including my life."

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Purple Heart

Each Purple Heart shall always be
A part of freedom’s history
Hold deep inside a fervent pride
For all who gave, the brave who died
They showed their best for liberty
They stood for us with certainty
Their wound of war, their Purple Heart
Each dared to care and do their part
Some bore a wound which took their life
While others lived past war’s honed knife
True patriots, they faced their call
To keep our nation strong for all
Deep scars of war are carried by
Those who return, and those who cry
Pray for the brave, their loved ones too
Thank God for heroes - all of you
Roger Robicheau

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Flag Song

Look up, there's our flag!
We can count every star,
And the red, blue, and white,
How lovely they are!

Floating high, floating wide,
We can see it from far,
Our flag, it's the flag,
We can count every star!

In the sun, in the wind,
Do its bright colors shine.
O look at the flag,
It is yours, it is mine!
Nancy Byrd Turner

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