It was a very nice day for a parade.
The sky was a beautiful blue with a smattering of lily white clouds.
The participants were all dressed to represent the corp to which they gave their time and effort.
The people of Gilroy turned out and applauded each and every veteran that passed in parade; the Honor Guard, with the loveliness of the red, white and blue as it billowed in the sweet, but brisk wind, brought them to their feet.
Tears were there but hidden for each knew of someone who did not return, for they had given their all. Others present repressed their wounds, the wounds that we cannot see but only feel on seeing the expression on their face.
What do veterans think about on these occasions?
I thought of my three friends who gave their all; they did not march back but were carried home with great dignity, respect and love. They really gave so much and more, while we only gave our time.
I was reminded of a poem my brother PFC. Frank Sanchez recited when he was with us. I quote here in remembrance:
Memorial Day
By Charles W. Johnson, an Army veteran from the Korean War.
We walked among the crosses
Where our fallen soldiers lay
And listened to the bugle
As Taps began to play
The Chaplain led a prayer we stood with head bowed low
And I thought of fallen comrades
I had known so long ago
They came from every city
Across this fertile land
That they might live in freedom
They lie here neath the sand
I felt a little guilty my sacrifice
Was small
I only lost a little time
But these men lost their all
Now the service is over for the
memorial day
Thanks for all you’ve done
No could ask for more
May you rest with
God in Heaven from
Now through ever more.
To which I add: And to the women, too, who suffered and who died.
Ed Sanchez
Gilroy
