We honor the memory of the fallen this Memorial Day

The sacrifice that our men and women make when they choose to serve our country is priceless. The extreme conditions these brave men and women endure, the intense physical strain, the weight of emotional hardships and the aftermath for the families when their loved one is lost, are risks they knowingly take for all of us and a sacrifice we can only accept with gratitude.

Memorial Day falls on the last Monday of May each year and is the day we honor those who died serving our country. Many of us will visit cemeteries or memorials, hold a family gathering and participate in parades. At 3:00 pm local time, our nation will observe a moment of remembrance.

Each man and woman who has fallen while serving and protecting us is indeed a hero. They are the ones who have made this nation great. They are the reason we have the freedom to work where we wish, observe our choice of religion, purchase and live on our own land, and enjoy time away from obligations with our families. These freedoms we take for granted don’t exist in many areas of the world, while we can’t imagine life without them.

This Memorial Day, Specification Rubber Products honors the countless men and women who have died while serving our country.

Freedom Is Not Free by Kelly Strong

I watched the flag pass by one day.                                     

It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Marine saluted it,

And then he stood at ease.

 

I looked at him in uniform 

So young, so tall, so proud,

With hair cut square and eyes alert

He’d stand out in any crowd.

 

I thought how many men like him

Had fallen through the years.

How many died on foreign soil?

How many mothers’ tears?

 

How many pilots’ planes shot down?

How many died at sea?

How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?

No, freedom isn’t free.

 

I heard the sound of TAPS one night,

When everything was still

I listened to the bugler play

And felt a sudden chill.

 

I wondered just how many times

That TAPS had meant “Amen,”

When a flag had draped a coffin

Of a brother or a friend.

 

I thought of all the children,

Of the mothers and the wives,

Of fathers, sons and husbands

With interrupted lives.

 

I thought about a graveyard

At the bottom of the sea

Of unmarked graves in Arlington.

No, freedom isn’t free.

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