I won't start with some stupid platitude about picnics or the start of 'the summer season'. Memorial Day is something special. It is about them. Those who went to stand up for the country they loved, or at least for the country that asked them to stand. I won't categorize by motivation. That would dishonor all of them. Some volunteered. Some were drafted. None wanted to make the ultimate sacrfice.
But they did.
Who am I to question why they served. They did. And that's all I need to know.
They stood for something. But more than that. They wanted something, too. They wanted a life. They wanted wives or husbands or life partners. Kids. And Mom and Dad. They wanted a house and a job and a vacation.
They got Memorial Day.
And that's where I'll be on Memorial Day. It is the day for them. Not for me or for you or for anything about today. It is for them and for then. For what was, not for what is.
To be sure there are the obvious lessons one can take from Memorial Day. But even those lessons, aren't they simply a look back? To what was. To what happened. And to why. It is about them and about then.
Every Memorial Day there are more of them. In most years, only a few more. Was there ever a Memorial Day when there were none? For the past few years there have been more 'more of them'.
Some of them were your father or son, your brother or sister, your mother. And mine. I can see how I might have been one of them. I can't even bear the thought of one of them being my children. I can't bear that thought.
And that's my lesson for today.
I can't bear the thought that one of next year's more would be one of mine.
And that keeps me going. It replaces any weariness with anger and determination.
I can't bear the thought that one of them next year will be one of mine.
Or one of yours.
Rest in peace, brothers and sisters. We've learned your lesson well.