Some years after the American Civil War, some women went to the local cemetery, bringing flowers with which to adorn the graves of the war dead. Over in a corner they saw graves of the soldiers who fought for the other side, all unadorned. Almost with one accord they went over there and placed flowers on the graves.
“There are others, back at their homes, who mourn them and loved them,” someone said. And the tradition of Memorial Day began.
Where did it start? I’ve heard several accounts, all believable, and I have concluded that it was something spontaneous in its truth and its generosity.
Under the other, the Gray
They banish our anger forever
Love and tears for the Blue,
With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.