xtarheel
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Last Memorial Day my wife and I visited the Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery here in the Chicago area. We don't have any relatives there; my father, a WW-II veteran, is buried down in North Carolina.
Anyway, is that not what Memorial Day is supposed to be about? Honoring those that fought and sometimes gave the ultimate sacrifice for our country? Walking along the rows of identical stones, and reading each one, men that I never heard of, not Patton or McArthur, but Jones, Kowalski, and Goldberg. Stones with WW-II, Korea, and Viet Vam inscribed on them, side by side. Men with one thing in common. They did what was asked of them so we could live free. Some of them will always be 20 years of age, others who were born in 1912 hadn’t been there very long.
There are such veterans cemeteries all over the country. Before you go out and cook hamburgers, watch the Coca-Cola 600, and play volley ball, consider stopping at one of these hallowed places in your home town; stand in front of a few of these stones, introduce yourself and say a heart felt "Thank You".
Anyway, is that not what Memorial Day is supposed to be about? Honoring those that fought and sometimes gave the ultimate sacrifice for our country? Walking along the rows of identical stones, and reading each one, men that I never heard of, not Patton or McArthur, but Jones, Kowalski, and Goldberg. Stones with WW-II, Korea, and Viet Vam inscribed on them, side by side. Men with one thing in common. They did what was asked of them so we could live free. Some of them will always be 20 years of age, others who were born in 1912 hadn’t been there very long.
There are such veterans cemeteries all over the country. Before you go out and cook hamburgers, watch the Coca-Cola 600, and play volley ball, consider stopping at one of these hallowed places in your home town; stand in front of a few of these stones, introduce yourself and say a heart felt "Thank You".