It’s gray and raining in Olde Saint Paul-on-the-Mississippi today—perhaps shedding tears in memory those who gave their all—and recognizing those who volunteered, or were called to serve our nation.
I won’t say all those who served, were grievously wounded, or died did so “to preserve our freedom”—as our “freedom” has not been in jeopardy from without since the Second World War.
So today I pause and reflect upon those who served our nation—regardless of whether or not our “freedom” has been threatened—those who died and those who survived, grievously wounded either in body or in mind—and a call upon those leaders in congress who say we cannot afford to care for our returning veterans.
We can’t afford not to—we OWE it to them!
POST UPDATE: As with most everyone else—I have conflated Memorial Day with “Veteran’s Day:” “Memorial Day was borne out of the Civil War and a desire to honor our dead. It was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11. “The 30th of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village and hamlet churchyard in the land,” he proclaimed. The date of Decoration Day, as he called it, was chosen because it wasn’t the anniversary of any particular battle.” http://www.usmemorialday.org/?page_id=2