Being the old goat that I am, I saved my thoughts for the real Memorial Day. This politically correct bullshit about having so many special days ruined just to give people a long weekend may be fine for many people, but I want to observe things when they should be observed.
Memorial Day is such a special day in my heart that I can not belittle it by caving in to the fad of the day. I have to many family members and friends who deserve more than that. May 30th is the proper day to sit quietly and reflect on just what it means to have been blessed with so many great Americans in our past and our present, and God willing in our future. Men and women ready willing and able to put everything, including their dying breath on the line for America. Many of us in the blogosphere have put in our time and took the gamble of not coming home and I just think it is right to take the time, the proper time to truely give thanks to our comrades who weren't so lucky. God bless every one of them.
Probably, without a doubt, the thing in this world I am most proud, aside from my family, is having my name etched on the veterans monument in Gorham, New Hampshire. I share this honor with hundreds of others from Gorham who have served in wartime. There are over a dozen other names listed who are close relatives of mine and just as many friends. I feel very honored indeed to keep such company.