What a hell of a thing it’s to wish people a Happy Memorial Day. First there’s the fallen, then there are the ones that made it back, injured, scarred emotionally and physically only to be disenfranchised. WTF is happy about it all?
I spent the weekend eating, drinking, chasing a bunch of tiny buggerheads as they played, argued, got a few scrapes in, colluded to beat their old uncle Jack at board games, and got messy eating cooling treats. If this is not worth celebrating then I don’t know what is.
That countless families, from the concrete east coast megalopolis, to the Midwest amber waves of grain to the sun drenched beaches of the west coast are sharing collectively the same experience is worth celebrating–that in part this is possible because of men and women that shed their life blood, our veterans and those currently serving is something that regardless how we abhor war is worth remembering and should be thankful for this day.
This election cycle keep the fallen in mind and vote for the candidate that is less likely to endanger our service men and women frivolously.