Hi it’s Christina –
Good Morning! Today is
Monday, May 26th, 2014, Memorial Day in America. A day we have set
aside to honor the men and woman who gave all for their country, the men and
women whose sacrifices enable us to live the lives we lead. We celebrate with
parades and memorial services, proudly displayed flags, and family barbeques.
Memorial Day also signals the unofficial start of summer. Because of my
inclination toward writing historical fiction, I decided to do a little
research on the origins of Memorial Day here, and as to how other countries
commemorate their fallen
heroes.
In this country, Memorial
Day started as a way to remember the fallen from the Civil War, a bloody war fought
between 1861 – 1865, which pitted friend against friend, neighbor against
neighbor, and even brother against brother. It was a war which divided our
nation, the North against the South, over the issue of slavery. In the end, roughly
three quarters of a million men lost their lives. Unfortunately, war did not
end in 1865, and Memorial Day was expanded to
honor those who died in WWI,
WWII, Korea, Vietnam, The Persian Gulf, Afghanistan, Iraq, and all other
military conflicts over the past 150 years which resulted in loss of life.
In Great Britain, France
and Canada they celebrate Armistice Day (we call it Veteran’s Day), in
November. They call it Remembrance Sunday, and it is celebrated on Sunday
closest to November 11th, the day the Germans signed the armistice
ending WWI. (Canadians celebrate on the 11th, not the
nearest
Sunday.)
Italy’s Memorial Day is
also celebrated in November. Nigeria did as well, but they changed it to
January. South Korea celebrates on June 6th, the month the Korean
War began. Australia and New Zealand have April 25th set aside, and
all of these countries call it a variation of “Armed Forces Day”. In Turkey,
March 18th is dubbed Martyr’s Day, which is the anniversary date for victory against the Allied troups during the Gallipoli Campaign. February 23rd is
Protector of the Motherland Day in Russia.
I’m sure every country
across the globe has a day set aside to honor their fallen warriors. Even
though we may not agree on the ideology of other countries, paying respect to
those who defended their country, is right. (Please do not think I am not
saying I hold a US Marine on the same pedestal as another country holds their
suicide bombers; just that we should all honor those who served.)
I am still nowhere near
finished with my editing. I’m not exactly sure why, but this one is taking an
inordinate amount of time. I can’t seem to focus, and end up rereading over and
over again. I think I took the project on too soon after the last one, and I
still haven’t recovered. I feel bad because I was so looking forward to this
edit because I read, and loved, the prequel.
Oh well, time to put my
nose to the grindstone. I hope you have a blessed day, and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
Who says
you’re too old for…
Who
says you’re too old for…well, just about anything? Is there a specific age I’m
supposed to give up the teddy bear my husband gave me when I was seventeen, or
my love for Tigg’r? Has there been a proclamation that, because I am now forty
eight years old, I should no longer enjoy roller coasters or running through a sprinkler
on a hot day?
Now,
I fully admit, for me personally, I am too old to be turning cartwheels, but
that is purely due to back problems and not a lack of desire. If you are
seventy years old, and can still do a cartwheel, well then, God bless you!
Remember the story I told you about my great aunt who taught me how to double
Dutch when she was in her late eighties? I doubt anyone would have had the
nerve to tell Aunt Eddie she was too old to do anything.
What
gives someone else the right to say you are too old for something? Do you think
anyone is telling septuagenarian Raquel Welch she’s too old to wear a bikini? I
think not. Here’s the skinny folks, only you should determine what you are too
old for, and no one else. So go enjoy some cotton candy or a lollipop, go
bicycle along the boardwalk, go enjoy a puppet show; life is too short to worry
about what others think you should or shouldn’t be doing at your age.
Your Next Challenge is:
Icy
fingers grabbed my wrist in the darkness…
You have ten minutes (be
honest). There is no right or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t
count, and NO ONE is allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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