Wall of Rememberance

How do you Honor those who serve, Remember the Fallen and Celebrate your Freedoms?

Sign our wall of remembrance by leaving a comment below and tell the story of beloved veterans, those living and those who paid the ultimate sacrifice. What do you do to ensure that their sacrifices were not in vain?  Pay tribute, express your gratitude, share how you celebrate as we grow together as a community linked in purpose: Honoring, Remembering, Celebrating.

8 Responses to Wall of Rememberance

  1. Marci Evans says:

    I want to remember my uncle, (George Edmondson). He was in the Navy, stationed at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed. He died in 2006. I loved him very much! I am so thankful that he wrote all about his time in Hawaii and the other places he served during the war and the rest of his life as well. I will always treasure his writings!
    Here in our small town (Walla Walla, WA) last week we just lost a soldier to a helicopter crash in Afghanistan. My husband, daughter and I went down to hold flags in the large crowd that filled the streets of our town. It was my way of saying thank you to this dear young man who left a wife and 2 young children behind.

  2. Anonymous says:

    I belong to Patriot Guard Riders and Knights of the Inferno MC,(firefighters,EMs and military) so somewhere every week we are honoring our heros.next week is the wounded warrior ride in Gaffney Sc.I want to remember my father TEC SGT Charles Brown,30th infantry old hickory division during WW2 in Europe

  3. Maggie Donaldson says:

    My parents were from the generation that fought in World War II. My father, Donald Matheson, was in the Royal Artillery in the British Army before the war began, and saw long and active service in India, Burma, Singapore and in Europe at the tail end of proceedings. He was mentioned twice in dispatches during his time in the East, and had some stories that would make the hair stand up on your neck – although he rarely told them, and then only to my husband, a bit of a military historian. He was a military man all his life and carried the values he learned through to the end, and I aspire to be as disciplined yet joyful, tough yet compassionate, and as modest and as selfless as he was. I don’t always succeed. He always remembered with pride, but never glorified, and was sad that his war wasn’t truly the war to end all wars. And my mother, Margaret Matheson (nee Edgar) who was a nurse in Glasgow during the war, an 18 year old girl in the emergency ambulances attending the blitzed and bombed-out shipyards of the River Clyde and the dockworkers houses nearby. What she must have seen, and what hundreds of thousands of women endured, on the ‘home-front’, should also be remembered. Together, they raised seven children after the war, and instilled in us the principles of self-respect and respect for others, the importance of generosity and charity towards those less fortunate than oneself, and the value of independence, hard work, and freedom. Finally, my uncle Robert Edgar, whom I never met, who was a despatch motorcyclist and was killed by a shell in Northern France just days before the war’s end, and just miles from where HIS father had been gassed in World War I. We will remember, and honour their memories, even though they are no longer with us.

  4. I would like to remember Frank O. Wasserman, my grandfather. He fought in Korea and was an amazing family man. I miss him and am glad to have this opportunity to honor him. Thank you.

  5. Tricia says:

    I do not have any direct military in my family, but I married into a family that has individuals in the military. I thank them and every one of our current troops and veterans. They ensure my freedom. I celebrate that. I truly can’t thank them enough. For those who have given their lives or families who have lost someone, I will always remember what you did for me. Thank you.

  6. tvksea2sea says:

    I would like to remember, my Dad, John C. Von Kaenel, a veteran of WWII and Korea, who gave me the unconditional love & support, more than any son could hope for. I miss him every day.

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