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2012 St. George Veterans Day Parade


2011 St. George Veterans Day Parade

The Veteran's Day Parade and Program following in the historic Tabernacle Building had record attendance and was a great success. The parade, which is sponsored, organized and executed each year by members of American Legion - Lester Keate - Post 90 is a much anticipated event for all Veterans in our community, their families and supporters. Each year, the Veterans share this day with others who sacrifice for each of us, including: Law enforcement, Firefighters, EMS Personnel and Public Safety Workers. A special thank you is extended to Ski Ingram, Chairman of the Veteran's Day Parade and Program, who also serves as Adjutant of American Legion - Lester Keate - Post 90.

An event sponsored by Spilsbury Mortuary to honor our local veterans.
St. George, Utah


By Sterling Russell American Legion Post 100
Hurricane, Utah

~ Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

"In Flanders Fields" is one of the most famous poems written during World War I and has been called "the most popular poem" produced during that period.

Click above to view nominated Veteran, Boyd Nethercott's moving recitation of this famous poem.


By American Legion Lester Keate Post 90


Nominated Veteran, Lt. Commander Bob Prinselaar (Retired USCG), recites very moving poetry from his own published book,
"Tears of Ink," now available on Amazon.

Click above to hear him recite two of his poems "Medals," and "Weapons." Watch for an upcoming story about Bob Prinselaar, which will feature information about his honorable service in the United States Coast Guard.

Tears of Ink
Bob Prinselaar

My tears of ink flow down my pen
A torrent of what’s inside of me
My feelings in a tale
The words all come from deep within
Old memories just come tumbling out
As I pull aside the veil
Some memories darker than the ink
And I fight to keep them down
My hand grips hard the pen
Why am I cursed with all my thoughts
Of things that happened long ago
And of men I knew back then
So now I write to ease the pain
And I cry inside to form the ink
And let it flow to write
But ink will never be the same
And I will never find my peace
Till real tears blur my sight