Happy Memorial Day. Originally called "Decoration Day" this holiday is a day to remember those who have fallen while serving the US Armed Forces. Not National Pool Day, National YIPPEE NO WORK Day or my favorite National Barbeque Day.
For me, it is recognition to not only people who have died while serving but a testament to everyone who has served. Period. Or what I like to consider my thank you to those willing to go and do what I am unwilling to go and do. I love my country especially the very freedoms it gives us; freedom of religion, education, residence. This is the same freedom which allows people to openly criticize our government and our leaders. Criticism that in other countries would earn you beatings or life in an underground prison.
These are freedoms paid for by other people. Love my country? Yes. Willing to suit up and die for it? Wait a minute. I think we all want to think we would do it. But its easy to say that from the comfort of my living room. Hundreds of thousands of men and women have committed to serving. And many of them so young they have likely never left home, lived on their own, had sex, or had a legal cocktail before. And many of them sign up knowing what kind of environment they will be shipped off to in the very near-term. I am sure some of them needed Superman t-shirts too.
This photo is from Boston Commons this weekend. I found it stunning.
Thank you to not only everyone who signed the dotted line but to their families as well who surely endured trials during the absence. Proud to be an American? Always.
Have a gorgeous day.