After opening remarks, they read off the roll of World War II veterans, my favorite part of the ceremony. These are the real deal, the Greatest Generation. However, it goes by way too fast to write their names down.
I did get a Kerry Harwell, a real "Rosie the Riveter" who will be 100 in November.
John Babbit served on seaplanes from 1942-1946
Robert Blake, from McHenry, was in the Navy 1944-1946 and went in two days after graduating from MvHenry High School.
"Taps" was then played for the 400,000 who died during the war and for all who have died since.
Then the white doves were released, who always fly up into the air and circle several times while trying to find their direction home to Woodstock.
The Legacy Girls then sang "God Bless America" after which about sixteen buglers play taps "round the park." Just one bugler playing "Taps" can bring a tear to your eye, but the sound of all those bugles going at different times around you just doesn't give you much of a chance.
As usual, the fire department had a huge U.S. flag hanging from their truck ladders which were fully extended.
A Proper Salute to the Greatest Generation. --GreGen
My Cooter's History Blog has become about 80% World War II anyway, so I figured to start a blog specific to it, especially since we're commemorating its 70th anniversary and we are quickly losing this "Greatest Generation." The quote is taken from Pearl Harbor survivor Frank Curre, who was on the USS Tennessee that day. He died Dec. 7, 2011, seventy years to the day. His photo is below at right.
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