With the warmth of the sun hitting our faces as we lay on the beach, in our backyards, we tend to forget the reasons why we have this glorious extended weekend from work. Memorial Day is about remembering those who have fought for our country, for our freedom. Remembering those who didn’t come home, those who did, but were never the same. It’s about remembering those men, women and children who put their lives on the line so that we could live ours the way only Americans can… all thanks to them.
Memorial Day has special meaning to me. As a kid in Media, Pa most of the men I knew were World War II Veterans. Some of them fought in the Pacific with the Marines. At first I expected to hear endless stories about what they had experienced and the places they have scene. But they shared no stories, no mention of that part of the lives. You could see the despair in their eyes. The horror of the war, what they had been through, what they had witnessed, would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
My neighborhood was full of men, dads that fought in our wars. Other dads were in the Navy, Air Corp and Army. Some were truck drivers. My Dad was Tech Sergeant in Burma with the Army Air Corps. Another dad drove a Tank across Europe. One dad flew Corsairs in the Pacific theater. They all shared the loss of the buddies that didn’t come home.
They were…are our guardians. The real superheroes that have saved the world.
For all of the fallen in every past, present and future war we all to need to always remember that freedom comes with a price. Our men and women who serve will give the ultimate sacrifice to preserve that Freedom.
To them, we are forever grateful.