Poppy Day

I remember ever since I was a little girl..my mom always had one of these red flowers in her truck. Goodness...I didn't even know it was a poppy...all I knew was that by no means did you mess around and touch it. To this day..I believe that SAME red flower is still bread tied to the visor of my mom's truck. If she buys herself a new truck..it goes with her...along with her roll of paper towels. Once you get in and out of the truck so many times ..you seem to not even look up to the visor anymore and notice the red flower just daintly hanging there.

But days like today...I want to drive up to my mom's house..and pay my respects to that little flower. That little red flower that has to be at least 23 years old...means alot. Alot more than ever knew. That red flower is a representation of all the men and women who have had the calling thier life to fight for our nation. Whether they wanted they calling or not...some did not have a choice. There is no way, shape, or form to ultimately pay all those soldiers back for all they have done ...for me...for you...for our whole country. I know plenty of soldiers now a days...that do not agree with one thing that our government is doing now a days...but that does not hold them back for a second if our country was in danger. It is amazing to me..that they hold such loyalty and pride and alligence to our great nation that they would willinging lay down thier lives, leave thier families and jobs to fight for our freedom.
I want to ultimatly and desprately thank all of those who have fought for our country...or have stayed in thier own state to defend our country. Those in the offices or overseas...anyone that has the privilege to wear that uniform ...I THANK YOU! I graciously thank you. I thank you for my life, my daughter, my family, my home, my freedom....I thank you!

And Mom...thank you for making a point to make that flower such an object of respect...because it is greatly an object that deserves respect.
Seems like here lately we have gotten off the routine to pay our respects to our fallen and still fighting soldiers. I never see poppy flowers handed out in the front of wal mart anymore. Those little red flowers are the symbol of the blood of all those men and women who have died for our country....

The poppy of wartime remembrance is the red corn poppy, Papaver rhoeas. This poppy is a common weed in Europe and is found in many locations, including Flanders Fields. This is because the corn poppy was one of the only plants that grew on the battlefield. It thrives in disturbed soil, which was abundant on the battlefield due to intensive shelling. During the few weeks the plant blossomed, the battlefield was colored blood red, not just from the red flower that grew in great numbers but also from the actual blood of the dead soldiers that lay scattered and untended to on the otherwise barren battlegrounds. Thus the plant became a symbol for the dead World War I soldiers.


Don't forget about the poppy flower, Don't forget what it takes to make our country free, and don't forget that those who are dying for you...is somone's son or daughter....Don't Forget...
Always remembering is one of the greatest things we could do!