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.