2005/05/28

Stories Told and Untold

DaGoddess @ 17:31


As we placed the flags upon the graves at Ft. Rosecrans this morning, it was as if thousands of silenced voices were suddenly calling out to tell their tales.


After most of the families had gone, Smash, Wayne, Little Dude, and I headed over to where one of Smash’s relatives was buried. Walking a few rows over, we came upon the graves of those killed in action in Iraq. One of them, Sgt. Rafael Peralta, was a man whose story we’d all heard. Smash said, “I don’t remember that one.” I told him I knew he’d written of the sergeant. And, yes, he had. The Danz Family has one of the best posts about this young man that goes beyond his actions as a heroic Marine, they tell the story of him as a man, a neighbor, a friend.

Again, these were warriors whose stories we knew.

Later, after Little Dude had left with his dad, Smash, Wayne, and I continued our walk through the cemetery. Part of me wanted to go home and curl up in bed. I was tired, my throat was scratchy, and my back was screaming with pain. Despite that, there was this feeling that I had to walk on. Something was calling me. So, we walked. And we walked.


Thousands upon thousands of the brave are buried at Ft. Rosecrans. Along with their families, they lie in graves marked only by a stone with little information. Who were they? What had their lives been like? Some have been gone a very long time. There is no one left to tell their tales.


Walking on, we talked about how wonderful it would be to have a database that allowed someone to read about the men, women, and children who fill our cemeteries. Their lives shouldn’t be forgotten. Everyone has a story. And, for those who wonder, their voices call to us from a distance greater than we will ever know. Listening with my heart, I heard them say “worry, not so much about who we were, instead, worry about who you are if you forget that we…just…were.”

Once a year, we honor our heroes as a nation. Every day we should honor them with our gratitude for the Freedoms we enjoy.

Taking the lyrics from R. L. Burnside’s “Eyesight to the Blind” and modifying them only slightly:

Oh, when she starts lovin’
She brings eyesight to the blind

I’d say instead, “When we start remembering, it’s like bringing eyesight to the blind”

May we not blind again.

Special thanks to Darcey of Dust My Broom for the reminder.

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5 Comments

  1. One of the saddest times I know was walking through the National Cemetery in Andersonville, Georgia. This is where thousands of Union Soldiers were buried who died at this infamous prison. So many of then were marked, “Unknown.” Hundreds and Hundreds were marked such. Totally forgotten by all, except God.

    It is sad; it made me weep at Arlington, when I saw the same thing. Brave men who gave their all so that I could have freedom. As much as I can, I thank those men and women who have served our country, but to me, that is not nearly enough to pay them back for what they have done.

    Comment by David — 2005/05/28 @ 18:11

  2. That made me almost tear up

    Comment by Darcey — 2005/05/28 @ 18:54

  3. Saturday Night Blues

    As we placed the flags upon the graves at Ft. Rosecrans this morning, it was as if thousands of silenced voices were suddenly calling out to tell their tales.
    It is Memorial weekend here in the U.S. and these are the words from my friend Da Goddess. …

    Comment by Dust my Broom — 2005/05/28 @ 19:01

  4. Memorial Day

    SATURDAY, my friend Wayne and I joined Da Goddess, Little Dude, and hundreds of boy and girl scouts for a Memorial Day event at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery. Our mission: to place an American flag on every grave site in…

    Comment by The Indepundit — 2005/05/29 @ 23:34

  5. It is sad that so many have forgotten what our freedom has cost. This is a wonderful reminder to me. Especially in light of so many untold stories.
    It’s served to remind me that I know so little of the lives of some of the veterans that I’ve known. Some I will never be able to know, since they’ve sinced passed on. Perhaps now I’ll take the time to find out more about those I still have here.

    Comment by M+ — 2005/05/30 @ 08:50

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