Today is Memorial Day.
It is a time for solemn reflection.
It isn’t easy to put words to paper or screen for those like me, who was not able to serve in the military. I’m not privy to a lot of the traditions or the habits of the military personnel, except for those in my family that have served or those of my friends that tell me of this or that.
Still, some things come through anyway.
In my hometown, there’s a structure for the veterans from home that have lost their lives in service. It stands silently, day after day, under the hot Florida sun and hurricanes and other conditions. Many of the names are those who went on before I was even born, and some not. One is someone that I went to school with, others after that. It isn’t a happy place, isn’t something to celebrate or rejoice in, but it is something to remind those still living of the sacifice made by others for us.
Today, when you hear “The Star Spangled Banner” play with all the majesty of its history, put your hand over your heart. When “Taps” is blown, if there’s a tear in your eye, don’t be ashamed. I wasn’t.
I will remember those that sacrifice made for me, for the Gold Star families bereaved, for those that live in freedom – because of what they gave.
I have not forgotten.
I will not forget.