I took this picture of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery a number of years ago. My high school band laid the wreath in the picture.
I haven't been back to the Memorial Day observance in my hometown for many years, but I remember it well--the introduction of the Gold Star mothers, the reading of "In Flanders Fields," marching in the parade with the high school band, the solemnity of it all.
One thing you could count on was Everett Johnson singing "My Buddy" dressed in his WWII Navy uniform. Everett had a wonderful tenor voice, and the song would bring a hush to the auditorium when he began to sing. To me, Memorial Day wasn't complete without him singing that song. When I left for grad school, I didn't get back as often for Memorial Day, but I never forgot Everett's hauntingly beautiful rendition of "My Buddy." I can still hear it in my mind.
Everett passed away in July 2004 at the age of 83.
This Memorial Day, I will remember Everett. I'm sure the town of Pelican Rapids, Minnesota is missing him greatly this weekend.
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