What does Memorial Day mean to you?

There are no adequate words in the dictionary to describe the loss of a loved one to war.  They go off young men and women with so many of life’s goals in mind leaving loved ones home to do the worrying. They leave us understanding the risk and knowing the dangers that are in their path, they put their fears aside and answer the call of Freedom.   Seldom in the face of danger do they believe it can happen to them, they have too many plans to many goals to achieve, it’s their friends they worry about, always looking out for them.  These are the Heroes of the American way of life.  They risk theirs to keep our shores safe and our families secure.  The flag we fly with pride is made up of two things, the blood of those who given all and the tears of those they leave behind.  When I fly the flag I do so with a feeling of heartfelt thanks for the freedom these heroes have blessed me with.  I think of the Larson boys who left our neighborhood in 1943 and never returned.  I think of my cousin who came back dying slowly of Agent Orange poisoning, I think of Kids I went to school with and friends from Boot Camp most of all I think of the sorrow of the Mothers, Wives and Husbands who will never feel the comfort of their hugs.  When someone desecrates our flag they are stomping on the soul of America.  God Bless all who have served, God Bless those Heroes who have fallen and God Bless those they have left behind, your tears flow down all our cheeks as one.