Memorial Day is their day, is'nt it? It supposed to be day a grateful nation pauses to quietly thank more than one million men and women who have died in military service to their country since revolutionary war.Or is it day beach resorts kick into high gear for summer season, day strand is covered by fish-belly white people basting themselves in coconut oil, day off season rates end and weekend you can't get in a seaside seafood restaurant with anything less than a hour wait.
Or is it one of biggest shopping center sales day of year, a day when hunting for a parking space is prime sport for holiday stay-at homers?
Or is it weekend when more people will kill themselves on highways than any other weekend and highway patrol troopers work overtime picking up pieces?
I think men and women who died for us would understand what we do with their day. I hope they would, because if they wouldn't, if they would have insisted that it be a somber, respectful day of remembrance, then we have blown it and dishonored their sacrifice.
I knew some of those who died and guys I knew would have understood.
They liked a sunny beach and a cold beer and a hot babe in a black bikini too. They would have enjoyed packing kids, inflatable rafts, coolers, and suntan lotion in car and heading for lake. They would have enjoyed staying at home and cutting grass and getting together with some friends and cooking some steaks on grill too.
But they didn't get chance. They blew up in marine barracks in beirut and died in oily waters of persian gulf. They caught theirs at airstrip in grenada in little war everyone laughed at. They bought farm in drang valley and on heartbreak ridge, phu tai and at hue. they froze at chosin reservoir and were shot at pusan perimeter. Guadal canal. They died in ice and snow of bulge and vosges mountains. They were at somme and san juan hill and at gettysburg and at cerro gordo and at valley forge.