Friday, August 24, 2007


After we left school yesterday we sat down on a bench right outside of the double doors so I could look over some papers that Ab's teacher had given me. While we were sitting there people were streaming out of the building and then it turned 5 o'clock--hopefully everyone knows what that means! The loud speakers went off and Retreat started to play. Immediately the girls and I jumped up and turned towards where the flag is. I was thinking about Chris and I glanced around and noticed every single person outside of those double doors had stopped and was standing there quietly. There were probably about 75-100 people and not one child was complaining, screaming or talking. There were no babies crying. There was nothing but respect.

This flag, which we honor and under which we serve, is the emblem of our unity,
our power, our thought and purpose as a nation. It has no other character than
that which we give it from generation to generation. The choices are ours. It
floats in majestic silence above the hosts that execute those choices, whether
in peace or in war. And yet, though silent, it speaks to us — speaks to us of
the past, or the men and women who went before us, and of the records they wrote
upon it.

President Woodrow Wilson


Gypsy at heart said...

Having been brought up in the military arena, I am consistently moved to tears by two things - retreat and the singing of our National Anthem. Not even stark silence can match the quiet of a military base during retreat. Thank you for the meaningful memory.

Uncle Dan said...

I remember those days, going back to WWII when yiour Dad and I would salute when they lowered the flag at the Army base across the street where we lived.

Anonymous said...

Growing up on Army bases I was always moved by this show of respect. So glad that especially in todays world that level of respect remains.
-catherine jelliss

Heidi said...

Only on military bases . . . another thing I really miss . . . I wish civilians took the time to do this!

rose_michelle said...

I think it is my favorite time of day. Except for that moment when my Soldier walks through the door each night.