Memorial Day

As time marches on and another Memorial day is upon us, those of us that have served our country are reminded of so many that never returned home as they left. We celebrate with cook outs, parades, many memorials and wishes of thanks and appreciation for so many that have made it home. It is easy to give thanks for all that we have and speak of the benefits of freedom, democracy, and all that America means to each of us.

Today’s military, being all voluntary, has somehow changed the way that we Americans see our soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines. With no draft, only those that are willing to serve, do so. When one is lost there is the vague reminder that in this voluntary military, only those that wanted to be there, went there. Perhaps it is that which all too often distances the folks back home from the fact that there is a war going on and Americans are still dyeing in faraway places. Still, the war manages to reach us now and then when a home town boy or girl is a casualty. We are in awe of the technology and bask in the glory when we are successful of vanquishing those that are the worst of the worst of our enemies.

The value of American life is something that one cannot truly and fully appreciate until you leave the boarders of this continent and see what life is like in some of these faraway places. For many that return, there are wounds and suffering that go beyond the physical and will linger for decades to come. In many cases, it changes the person so profoundly that many are never nearly the same as they were. In that comes a growth and maturity that cannot be matched by anything else. It’s not brag, just a simple fact.

It is not enough to simply say “thank you for your service”, although it is a nice sentiment that some of our veterans from past wars have only heard in this past decade. Thanking every veteran must go beyond the obvious. There are little things we can all do to help. Each of us owes a debt that cannot ever be fully repaid, but still it is up to us to do what we can. Teaching our children, friends, neighbors and everyone within reach just what the value of such sacrifices is the best start. Helping them to understand that these brave folks deserve a lot more than a thank you, they deserve our most profound respect, appreciation, encouragement and assistance every day of our lives for the rest of our lives.

And for my fellow veterans, remember that those around us cannot fully understand what we endured and survived. Don’t be afraid to share your stories. As painful as they can be to recall and relive, we owe it to our fallen comrades to keep their memories, their adventures, and their sacrifices alive so the next generation that is called upon to serve will understand why and just how important their courage and determination is to this American way of life.

All gave some and some gave all. We did so knowingly and willingly and only ask that each and every citizen will remember the reasons for the sacrifice. We ask all to work hard, help each other so we might all prosper and make our deeds worth something.
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With all due respects to your blog, this glorification of fake hero worship of the 'glorious dead' is baffling.

Maybe you should replace the words "thank you for your service" with "come hither young man and be shot to pieces for America, because your power-crazed greedy country is more in love with oil and arrogance"...

And they'll never stop recruiting more lambs to the slaughter as long as there's such worship of guns.
I had an uncle who was in WW11 and captured on the beaches, he never told his stories other than he saw his good friends blown to pieces, and he wept saying that. Last year he died and before he did he plucked up the courage to write about it.

He never once said I want thanks, or expected to be thanked. It was a conscription and he had no choice but to go. You either joined to you was a conscript...

Id have to say if i happened to be in the army, its a career choice..

And yes us Brits are no saints either.
Great pic, Ken!
What's the plane...
I'm guessing a B25?

Thirty years later,
I was among the last aircrew to use the ol' "Mae West". laugh
Absolute HELL wearing one of those things with a sunburn!!!
yawn......sleep......blushing.......sigh

cowboy (USCG)
...Or a B26?
Jaysus Ken! Ur dad sure looks like a hottie. Is he single? smitten
McLee it is a B-26. He was B-26 from North Africa all the way up into Europe. I last saw and held that Mae West in 1993 when I sold his house. Looked like it still would work too. CO2 cartridge still in it. My big regret with hindsight was not grabbing the old plane recognition models (pricey now) and his old flight jacket rotting on a coat rack. Did get his service 1911 and some 50 rounds though. :)
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