Every day is Memorial Day for somebody. Tomorrow is Memorial Day for everybody. Can't help to think of a platoon somewhere in a war zone hearing the thumps of a non-recoil three barrel mortar, then hearing the whistle and the first mortar hitting just left of them and the second just right of them. Then knowing that the last one will be in the middle of them. One yell, "God help us." Because they know where the third one will land. And it lands and it doesn't explode. Right smack dab in the middle of them.
Old men picked the fights. Young men made the sacrifices. And everywhere mothers stayed in teary prayer every living moment.
Somewhere in the Pacific, a torpedo pilot is diving down on the enemy and he knows it is skill versus skill, training versus training, experience versus experience. But ultimately, a greater hand with a greater purpose completing the mission with a roar to safety.
There were times when the whole nation was affected by war. There were times when some of the nation was affected by war. And there were times when very few in the nation were affected by war. But it is still a war, decided by old men, to preserve our internal freedoms. That those same men in so many cases dilute with regulations and constraints. The old men move on and the young men get old. And some never serve. And some never know.
And one Memorial Day will come that everybody will have fun and no one will know who made the sacrifices for that day's beer and barbecue. Remember freedom came at a very dear price. Just reflect and be still in thought and prayer because somebody fought for your share.