Memorial Day, 2016

Military Heroes Garden of Boston Common, Thanks to Andy Robinson/ Staff

Military Heroes Garden of Boston Common,
Thanks to Andy Robinson/ Staff

This day, I begin with a poem I wrote after the Gulf War.


I cry at parades—
The minute I hear the brass band,
see the marshal strut,
his baton overhead,
I dissolve.

The Monday after the Gulf War,
there was the grandest parade ever—
confetti, ticker tape and flags,
yellow ribbons.
I couldn’t go. I couldn’t watch.

Across the river, mourners gathered.
They followed a lone drummer’s
beat, a beat
to a dirge, familiar
since my first memorial parade,

red balloon in hand,
close to the curb,
a lone and frail World War I veteran
stopped in salute and turned
his bleeding eyes onto me.

As a child, I celebrated Memorial Day in my hometown of Portland, Maine by attending a parade. My dad, the owner of Levinsky’s Army & Navy store, awakened me early to make certain my sister and I stood close-up, at the curb, to watch the Navy and Marine Bands, the Deering and Portland High School bands, the veterans of WWI and WWII march by.

The event was always thrilling— Dad, at my side, saluting to the marchers—strangers to me but known in some mysterious way, by my dad. He was a sales person, a man who spent his lifetime outfitting active servicemen and veterans.

He spoke rarely of war, of the stories he heard and read in The Portland Press Herald during WWII. I intuited—deep in my gut—his essential regard and respect for those men and women who served.

With my own children, I continued the ritual of attending Memorial Day parades. The first sound of the drum core, the high stepping high schools twirlers, was exciting. Always, the most moving marchers were the war veterans —some, in faded uniforms, others in suits, flags in lapels, walking tall and proud, conveying their privilege to serve.

This Memorial Day, I write about the profound annual event of the 37,000 flags planted at the Soldiers and Veterans Monument on the Boston Common. Just five days before this Memorial Day, 500 volunteers, organized by the Massachusetts Military Heroes Fund, planted row after row of American flags. Each hole dug, each flag planted, honored a fallen veteran, man or woman.

Families of service members who died on active duty since 9/11/2011, read the names of loved ones in front of the flag display. A chorus of voices bore witness and called the multitude of hero’s names to the heavens.

I am grateful to the Massachusetts Military Heroes Fund and the 500 volunteers for their gift of remembrance. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. The picture of the Military Heroes Garden  is worth 37,000 namesakes and all the more— for to remember is to hold the promise of ending all wars.



6 thoughts on “Memorial Day, 2016

  1. Heather

    Faye, your poem is beautiful. Thank you for sharing the flag picture at Boston Commons. It is quite moving. Let there be peace on Earth!

    1. fayewriter Post author

      Thank you, Heather, sister blog writer! Yes, a day to remember and to honor all of those who serve and protect our freedoms!

  2. sheila kempler

    Last night we watched the film, Monument Men, a lovely story, that left me grateful for the bravery and commkitment of those who defend u. sheila

    1. fayewriter Post author

      We saw Monument Men awhile back. It was very memorable and worth seeing again. I quite agree.

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