In these troubled times, when our brothers and sisters, parents, and freinds are fighting a war so far from home. I thought it appropriate to take
the time to remember them and those who went before. This day has special significance to me, because so many of my family have gone into harms way.
Fortunately, none whom I have known have died in the doing. With my brother headed there in the not too distant future, it is very important to
me.
Memorial day first began as a local observance to honor Civil War dead at Arlington National Cemetary, on May 30th, 1868. Although Waterloo, New
York is officially credited with the first observance in May of 1866.
After WWI, Memorial Day observences began to honor all American war dead from the American Revolution, to present day.
Congress, in 1971, declared Memorial Day, a national holiday, and changed the date from May 30th, to the last Monday of May.
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As I've gotten older, this last Manday in May has come to mean more and more to me, mostly in ways I can not always articulate...but I am going to
try.
It begins for me with my father, who served with honor and distinction in WWII, the Korean conflict, and the early days of our involvement in Vietnam.
He is amongst the last of these 3 war veterans. He sacrificed his youth, and a portion of his health in doing so.
But it, truthfully, does not begin or end with my father, though he owns primacy in my thoughts, obviously. All four of my sisters, including
Gallopinghordes, served in the military for varying lengths of time, and my younger brother is currently serving, and may be headed back for another
tour in Iraq or Afghanistan later this year. All of my uncles served, most during WWII and Korea. My mothers brother, my Uncle Tom, retired after 35
years in the USAF as one of the more senior NCO's. Family members for as far back as I have knowledge of served in our nations military. Some
served in other countries before coming to America. So on this particular day, I honor their sacrifices, and those of others that I don't know, or
know about.
These young men and women gave their bodies, minds, and last breath to protect me and mine. The least I can do is take a moment or two to remember
them, and thank them for the freedoms we enjoy. The freedoms bought at such a dear price.
It really doesn't matter what our respective views are concerning the uses to which our military has been put. On this one day, we can set aside our
political differences and honor the young men and women who sacrificed everything to protect us, and serve something greater then themselves.
Honor both the living and the dead veterans by taking a moment to thank them for their eforts and sacrifices on our behalf.
I'll start. To those veterans and those of you currently serving: I do thank you, with all my heart.
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