It is always a thoughtful gesture when we thank veterans for their service. Two Saturdays ago as I exited Yankee stadium with a dear old friend, he opened his wallet a grabbed a fistful of 5s and singles. Walking through the park adjacent to the stadium, whenever he saw a homeless guy or a military vet with a cap or t shirt indicating such, he approached them with a big smile, chatted with them, thanked them for their service and pressed some cash into their hands or shirt pockets as he departed. This friend is a former vet and a former cop and I was astounded by his goodness and good nature.
On memorial day, I think back on a visit to the Vietnam memorial in Washington DC. on Father's day. The wall was adorned with notes, cards, and photos of scrawny barely legal Vietnam vets who were also young dads who came home in body bags. This was less than 20 years ago, and the notes were from 30 something children with little or no fleeting memories of a dad they never met or barely knew. At the memorial, there were were dozens of still grieving family members, or army buddies teary eyed at locating a comrade or son or dad's name on the wall. Many stenciled their name on pieces of white paper.
On memorial day I focus on the courageous men and women who died in service of an imperfect union whose liberties and freedoms we enjoy because of their sacrifice. Memorial Day honors those men and women specifically, Those who died in WWII and forward still have families who grieve their loss daily. God bless them all.