The heroics of being alive
read more…: The heroics of being aliveAt the end of last week’s long difficult life journey, I stood in the back parking lot of my daughter’s
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At the end of last week’s long difficult life journey, I stood in the back parking lot of my daughter’s
Memorial Day is important, to be sure, but our reverence shouldn’t be confined to a single day. Every American has a duty to ensure that our country is ever worthy of the sacrifices that our fallen service members made for us. That includes paying tribute to those we have lost.
Maybe it’s just that I’m far less interested in the waving flags and speeches than I am in the stories. Maybe I’d rather put a microphone on the lapel of some of these folks while they are still alive than to salute their gravestone after they have passed. Maybe we should ask “How do you feel?” instead of “How did you fight?”
Memorial Day is a day to remember that the losses of war are permanent and far reaching, and can never be undone.