On Saturday we went to the cemetery as we do each year. Even though we were there a day early it was already decorated as usual with all the big and small flags — striking in every way. I learned something new this year when my mom shared that the military used to contact my Grandma each year to borrow the flag given when Grandpa passed. They came and borrowed it to put up in the cemetery then following Memorial Day, they returned it. She did this about three years then asked if they would like to keep it to which they said yes. That was special to know that possibly somewhere at Dry Creek Cemetery/Idaho State Veteran’s Cemetery was my Grandfather’s flag in honor of his service in the US Army during WWI. In every section of both cemetery’s, if those deceased had served in any branch of the US Military, there was a smaller flag at their gravesite. This is done every year. On Saturday it was quiet and peaceful.
Buried in the Dry Creek side of the cemetery are my grandparents, Mike’s parents (his dad served in the Korean War in the Army), and Mike’s aunt and uncle. Buried in the wall on the Idaho State Veteran’s side are my mom’s brother (served in the Korean War in the Navy), and her sister (my uncle served in the Air Force). On Sunday I went back by myself to attend the Memorial Service up on the hill in remembrance of all Veterans. This was the first time I had attended and it was impressive. The following picture was taken on Saturday but when I returned to it on Sunday after the Memorial, there were hundreds of fresh flowers that had been placed behind these flags.
There were hundreds and hundreds of people in attendance of every age on Sunday. Some walked up the hill, others bussed in from distant parking lots. There were bike clubs and individuals wearing shirts and jackets remembering fellow veterans.
Following is a few of my collection of photographs that I took Sunday morning. I will end with them and a simple “Thank You” if you are a military reader. I appreciate you.