I’m not sure what I want to write today. I want to write something, for the practice if nothing else. But I’m gonna start anyway.
This is Memorial Day weekend here in the US. This is one of two days we have set aside to remember our military personnel. Despite popular opinion, this is the day that we honor our military who died in battle.
People like K’s grandfather, a pilot with the Army Air Corps during World War II. He was shot down during a reconnaissance flight over Germany, and his body was never recovered. He is part of the Unknown Soldier gravesite in Rock Island cemetery. K’s mother didn’t know her father, and her mother never remarried. People like our friends in the neighborhood who fly a Gold Star flag (google it please) every day of the year for their son, who will never walk through their door again.
There are military in my family and others in K’s family, but they all came home. They were affected in many different ways, but those are stories for Veterans’ Day. So, if you or a family member is affected by the military in some way, from active duty to the families of veterans, thank you for your service. I’m happy that we’re not putting flowers on your grave tomorrow. Truly.