This day we honor those who have died to protect us. It will be full of American standards: cook outs, family gatherings, and hopefully thoughts of gratitude. War is such a disturbing thing.
My father fought in WWII. He went in an 18 year old boy determined to do his part. He came home a man forever changed by what he experienced. He wouldn’t talk about it much, but he lost part of himself there. He witnessed men dying beside him, but still had to keep his post. He watched a massacre on a beach, then had to go up that beach himself. He walked through the streets of Paris to the sounds of boos. His body was a host to parasites, physical strain and absolute fatigue.
My father came home with his life, but a part of himself was left there. Today, I mourn those losses too. I pray for those, who made the ultimate sacrifice, for their families, for their legacy. I pray that we may never lose sight of what these young men and women are prepared to do, to keep us safe, and that they are safe themselves. I am grateful for these fallen heroes, who gave their lives that I might have mine.
I wish you all a Memorial Day of gratitude, appreciation and humility…that we may celebrate these heroes with the honor their ultimate sacrifice merits.