Roll Call for a Parting Glass: Observing Memorial Day

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All of us here at The Mag Life and GunMag Warehouse will be honoring Memorial Day in several different ways and we hope you’ll join us in doing so.

This particular holiday is either the most public of agonizing personal days or the most personal of all terrible public days, I don’t know, but it deserves to be celebrated, in several different definitions of the word.

Celebrate alongside us. Help honor our fallen, and allow us to honor yours, in the comments below. Tell us their name, tell us something about ’em. Post a picture of them.

Skip to the bottom and we’ll show you how to do it.

Now, what should you do on Memorial Day and how should you celebrate it? There are numerous ways to do so. More than a few of us will likely lift a parting glass and “drink a health”.

Grief and celebration can (and should) come together — take a watch.

Maybe a parting glass isn’t your first choice, nothing wrong with that; the way you pay your respects, render your honors and indulge your memories is completely up to you. But however you do it, we hope that as best you can you enjoy the day — and let’s all help remind everyone about the National Moment of Remembrance.

The men and women you’re remembering sure would.

Chances are, your fallen (like ours) died while doing exactly what they wanted to do.

So…here’s to us, those like us, and to our friends who didn’t make it home.

Sláinte!

I’ll see you on the side. Don’t do some shit that will get me a safety brief when I get there.

A parting glass - for celebration AND grief - are fitting on Memorial Day.

I plan on drinking a parting glass or three to my friends on Memorial Day. Maybe I’ll offer up a taste of my Burning Nuts, too. (The guys I’m remembering would get that, and appreciate it.)

The History of Memorial Day

National Moment of Remembrance

The Parting Glass Lyrics

The High Kings version

Of all the money that e’er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm I’ve ever done
Alas, it was to none but me

And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

Of all the comrades that e’er I had
They’re sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
They’d wish me one more day to stay

But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

Fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

 

CERTIER IN COELO DOMUS

 

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  • http://www.shawstrategies.com Daniel Shaw

    Lance Cpl. Vincent M. Sullivan
    Sgt. Edgar E. Lopez
    Sgt. Justin T. Walsh https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/d9c797606e660206325568b2205fd2b3dd0988830f6851cb16f2d81b28737bf8.jpg

  • Andrea Shaw
  • Scott Kirchman

    Please remember my buddies Nick and Sway who gave their lives protecting our freedom in Afghanistan. Please remember my buddy Brad who just succumbed to his inner demons last Friday. I’ll always carry their memories forward in life. Night Stalkers Don’t Quit!

    • http://www.shawstrategies.com Daniel Shaw

      I will be honored to raise a glass for Nick and Sway. Fair winds and following seas.

  • Joseph Hinds

    Please remember my uncle, Donald Hinds, who gave his life near Bastogne, Belgium in 1944.

  • Ralph Desimone

    Cousin Joseph Desimone died in Northern Italy fighting the Nazi in WWII. He was a first Generation Italian-American was proud to serve his new country. I will always hold dear so many of my family and buddies who returned from many places lived with wounds that never left. So proud of them all!

  • TravisP
    • http://www.shawstrategies.com Daniel Shaw

      With pleasure for fellow Warlords.

  • Don F.

    Remembering my squadron mates who now number among the many on panel 15W of the Vietnam Wall. They are not dead, but only flying higher – and earthly limitations will hinder them no more.
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    • Bud Beeler

      NO MAN’S LAND

      Well, how do you do, Private Willie McBride,
      D’you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
      I’ll rest for a while in the warm summer sun,
      Been walking all day, Lord, and I’m nearly done.
      I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
      When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
      I hope you died quick and I hope you died “clean,”
      Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
      Did they beat the drum slowly,did they sound the fife lowly
      Did the rifles fire o’er ye as they lowered ye down?
      Did the bugles sing “The Last Post” in chorus?
      Did the pipes play the “Floors O’ The Forest”?
      And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
      In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
      And, though you died back in 1916,
      To that loyal heart are you forever nineteen?
      Or are you a stranger, without even a name,
      Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
      In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
      And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
      Well, the sun’s shining down on these green fields of France;
      The warm wind blows gently, the red poppies dance.
      The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
      No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
      But here in this graveyard it’s still No Man’s Land;
      The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
      To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man.
      And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
      And I can’t help but wonder now, Willie McBride,
      Do all those who lie here know why they died?
      Did you really believe them when they told you “the cause?”
      Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
      Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
      The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
      For Willie McBride, it’s all happened again,
      And again, and again, and again, and again.

      -Eric Bogle

  • MILFLYER

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    Chris “Fireball” Cooper. He and I attended the B-52 Formal Training Unit (FTU) together and became good buds. Good natured, always smiling and laughing, loved heavy metal music, played Dungeons and Dragons and used the fact that he could write a girls name in Norse Runes as his pickup line.

    I think of him and his crew often and raise a glass for them every July. Rest easy guys.

  • kdwatson58

    I honor my wife’s uncle Gordon A. Ramey
    https://www.fold3.com/page/638666531-gordon-a-ramey/stories

  • http://www.booksbyelder.com BooksByElderDotCom

    Today for some reason has hit me much harder for some reason, missing my father. I was adopted when I was born by my grandpa and grandma. They were dad and mom, always were and always will be.

    Dad passed away just before I was 12 and my memories seem to be more fleeting as the years and decades pass on, such is the curse of age. What I know and remember is that he was a good man and I miss him sorely and regret him not having been alive to see his great grandchildren born or perhaps even his great-great-grandchildren.

    He served in the Army during WWII as a medical tech. He never talked about his time in the service or what he saw and dealt with during the war, as many of that era did not speak of what they saw or endured either.

    I remember his military funeral, the three volley salute and being handed his flag in the flag presentation ceremony. I still have that flag today and I am 50. I will keep that flag and my oldest son will get it when I pass on.

    His name is Francis Elder. He was my father and he served his country with distinction and honor. He will be missed. I was named after him and my oldest son is the third and today is my oldest sons birthday.

    I know dad is looking down on him today and wishing him a happy birthday. While my children and their children did not get to know their great grandpa, I know that he watches down on them every day and smiles.
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  • Paul Dytrych

    https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/ad1f105785216f4ebfb594540fadec85d6911aceb66a8031f5fafb8e16a17e76.jpg https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/6a43ae442b2f041b7813750475c590d6658e31721d4f42ea5a2dbe3414840d3d.jpg

    Every day I remember each classmate who didn’t make it home, from cub scouts to college: Ray Sieger, Larry Strom, Kenny Kosowski, Wally Gutowski. They never had the chance to plant a tree, father a child, write a book. I hope we who followed are worthy of their sacrifice.

    Not everyone who served carried a rifle. We will never forget our sisters, the Angels Who Walked Among Us, tending the wounds of the living and holding the hands of the dying. There is a special place in heaven for those who died in battle. When the nurses’ time on earth is done, those who have gone before will be waiting in full dress uniforms to welcome them home.

  • Paul Dytrych

    https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/6a43ae442b2f041b7813750475c590d6658e31721d4f42ea5a2dbe3414840d3d.jpg

    Every day I think of my classmates, from cub scouts to college, who didn’t make it home: Ray Sieger, Larry Strom, Kenny Kosowski, Wally Gutowski. They never had the chance to plant a tree, father a child, write a book. May we who followed be worthy of their sacrifice.
    https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/ad1f105785216f4ebfb594540fadec85d6911aceb66a8031f5fafb8e16a17e76.jpg

    Not every one who wore a uniform carried a rifle. We will never forget our sisters, the Angels Who Walked Among Us, tending the wounds of the injured and holding the hands of the dying. There is a special place in heaven for those who died in battle. When the nurses’ time on earth is over, they will be waiting in full dress uniforms to welcome them home.

  • Michael McKendry

    TSgt James R. Thomas, Sgt Tom Prose USAF Pararescue, 37th ARRS, DaNang, SVN. Jolly 70.
    Thanksgiving Day, 1971 Near Gia Dinh, SVN

    TSgt Al Avery, Sgt Billy Pearson, USAF Pararescue, 6 April 1972, Jolly 67 near Cam Lo, Bat 21 Bravo.

    Sgt Raymond J. “Jack” Crow, Sgt Ray Wagner, 40th ARRS, NKP, 27 Mar 73, Jolly 61 Cambodia.

  • Michael McGrew

    My name is Michael McGrew. My Wife Donna and I are Gold Star Parents of Maj. Shawn Campbell U.S.M.C. He along with 11 other Marines under his command were killed Jan. 14th, 2016 when 2 – MH53 heilos collided of Oahu. He was the ranking officer. They were on a night time training mission out of “K-Bay”. They were Pegasus 31 & 32. Please remember all who were lost. Semper fi!

  • Michael McGrew

    My name is Michael McGrew. My Wife Donna and I are Gold Star Parents of Maj. Shawn Campbell – U.S.M.C. He along with 11 other Marines under his command were killed Jan 14th, 2016 when 2 MH53 heilos collided of Oahu. They were Pegasus 32 & 32 out of “K-Bay”. Please remember all who we have lost.

    Semper fi

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    • http://www.shawstrategies.com Daniel Shaw

      Fair winds and following seas, Major.

  • Paratwa

    In memory of my father Marine Gunny SGT William Martin Weckerly. He passed away a few years ago. But he was a survivor of the Chosen Reservoir during the Korean war. He also served for 3 tours of Vietnam. He retired in 1973. https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/3d40ec05287d0567297c597911959060b668fddf0543f1c18d4e1fca3fd03957.jpg
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    He was a hell of a dad. And I miss him very much