Not mine, saw it other site
Once upon a time, it was called Decoration Day.
Rather than a go to the lake, get drunk, and make an ass of yourself...it was a solemn day. A day for thinking about those that gave their lives in order for so many to enjoy the screwed up lives they live today.
I still care. Not just one day of the year. Several. I remember ..... and I still miss them. Some family....mostly old runnin' buds of mine that came back in a government regulation box...if they came home at all.
The ones that did make it back home, I still visit often. To tend their graves, to talk, to remember the days of innocence... of a time so very long ago.
Airborne, Special Forces, Berets, my friends wanted to make a difference. And damned if several of them didn't do just that.
A few came back alive, but dead inside....and unrecognizable to many. Physical scars, emotional scars, scars nevertheless. A few survivors could cope.....a few could not....and died on peaceful shores.
America changed.....people changed.....and not necessarily for the better.
I yearn for a simpler time....a time when life was sweet....and worth something.
A time when America and Americans were damn proud.
Of God.....and Country....and were not ashamed to admit to either.
Call it "Memorial Day", go to the lake, get drunk, make an ass of yourself.
As for me, and mine, we will call it Decoration Day....and by God's grace, we will remember......as long as we remain.
