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We are going to our small town’s celebration, where they will dedicate a statue at the memorial park where the dead veteran’s names are engraved on the walls. |
please, wait till november 11th to thank a veteran. spend tomorrow thinking of those who died in service of our country and try to find a way for you and your family to honor them, whether through proper flying of your flag (you DO have one, right?!) or through visiting a national cemetary. as the daughter of a vietnam veteran, it was pounded into me at an early age that memorial day had nothing to do with active or veteran servicemembers and everything to do with those who have fallen in defense of the freedoms devyn mentioned. marrying a military man (now turned vet) only reaffirmed that tomorrow doesn’t honor my dad or my husband or similar men. we cherish too, the poppy red, if, while you’re out picking up last-minute barbecue fixings, you happen across an old man selling little paper poppies, please give him a donation and wear it proudly. yet another memorial day remembrance going by the wayside. |
My husband served in Vietnam. It never crossed his mind to burn his draft card or protest. He just went. I don’t think he was feeling all patriotic, I think he just did what he considered the right thing. He never brings it up, but me and the kids ask him a lot of questions, especially if there’s something on TV. He’s told me some tough stories. But what he says over and over is that for the most part he was young, cold, wet and hungry, and scared shitless 24/7. His mother spent that year scared shitless as well. A few years ago that traveling Vietnam wall came to our town. Many of our friends served in Vietnam as well, the victims of circumstance (although I’m sure they’d object to the term “victim.”)—-kids who got drafted and went. Not too much complaining, although there are a few that endured some absolutely horrendous experiences. As the veterans and their families gathered, I noticed many of the men crying, including my husband. I know there are men who’ve opted not to serve in Iraq–a war I do not support. However, I have tremendous appreciation and respect for those who quietly just serve. |
Happy Memorial Day! My family always visits my grandfather’s grave on Memorial Day. He served in WWII. As I stood in the rain today, I couldn’t help but wonder if visiting graves is a bit strange considering our doctrine. I kept thinking to myself that these are just his bones, and his spirit is elsewhere, and it will all be reunited later, so why do we visit graves? |
I think that grave-visiting provides a more powerful connection to the past than just the viewing of a photo. Perhaps visiting where their home stood is just a little less powerful. |
My family on my Dad’s side never really had family reunions. The closest we came was on Memorial Day in the Spanish Fork city cemetery. We have six generations buried there. My Dad would take flowers to his brothers, his parents, and my sister. Once that was done, he’d go to where his mother’s side of the family was buried. One of the hardest parts for me about moving away from the Mormon Corridor is that, now that my parents are both gone, I can’t do the same for them. |
Makakona, Annegb: Thanks for those thoughts. Annegb, I agree with you in that I find it hard to support any war. I think that is one reason we ought to focus so much on Memorial Day- on the tragedy of our brothers and sisters dying in combat for reasons they probably don’t buy into. Like you said, it is honorable to do so- and perhaps they found their own reason for fighting, even if it was just to get their brothers and sisters home alive. Regardless, they fought under a banner of free principles and died for those things. I think Memorial Day is a good reminder of a horrible price paid, and the debt we owe those who paid. |