Reflection On Memorial Day
I'd be remiss if I didn't post at least once about Memorial Day. It's more to me than just a three day weekend, because my husband was a career officer in the Air Force, his brother served for four years when he was fresh from high school many years ago, my other ex-brother-in-law was a career NCO, and my recently deceased father-in-law was a fighter pilot in World War II.
With a family like mine, one can't help but be proud that these men served in the military, along with countless others, to make this country a beacon for democracy. But don't expect them to brag about what they did, because to most of them they were just doing their jobs.
I would like to recognize Pop, my husband's dad, for the coming Memorial Day. From what I've read about "the Greatest Generation," those humble men and women who served in WWII, Pop was typical. He didn't brag about how many successful missions he flew, but mused about how many targets he missed instead. It seems to be an unspoken oath among those who served in that war that they didn't talk about the heroic acts that happened. It was enough that they served the country when badly needed, did their jobs, fed their families, and went back home when they were able.
To Pop, my husband, my brothers-in-law, and to those who served, active and retired, alive and departed, thank you.
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