Bunker Hill

Saturday was the changing of the flags at Bunker Hill. Five and a half years ago, Bunker Hill was just a farm yard, on the edge of the prairie. Now it is a destination.. a place to stop and reflect and remember. Howard was in Vietnam, he built Bunker Hill because he could never forget, it was his way of saying "thank you" to those that served beside him, a way of remembering those who came home changed forever, and those whom would never return. All Veterans who served their country are honored on a hillside in the boonies of Minnesota in August. Friends and Neighbors come together to show support for one man with a dream who couldn’t forget..who reminds us that we shouldn’t forget either.

The flags are changed out, one by one. New ones unfurling in the gentle breeze..to begin their 364 day watch. The flags are lit at night, and you are welcome to just sit a spell and quietly remember anytime what ever the weather.


This is where I found the grenade..which I hoped was a dud:)

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2 Responses to Bunker Hill

  1. TechnoBabe says:

    Hubby and I kept looking at the picture in the other post and we both thought it was a grenade, so now the mystery is solved. These are very good pictures.

  2. Ann says:

    My hubby was sad that I didn’t take a picture of the bunker. He was Sooooooooooo please to see yours. Thanks for the great pictures.

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