We went to church, and then I planted my garden... finally, and with the help of the Boyo. He's getting better and better as the years go by, and it was so much fun digging in the dirt with him, planting seeds that will feed us later on this summer.
Some people were camping and came to church today anyway. That is their tradition on this weekend.
Some people were BBQing with friends and family.
Some people travel. Some just party the weekend away.
I wonder how many of them thank a member of our armed forces, past or present.
I wonder how many of them go to the cemetery and visit the grave of one who has died for this country.
I wonder how many of them remember what the Memorial stands for this weekend.
Some people spent the day hunkered in full combat gear in the desert, under fire. Or sweating it out on patrol somewhere.
Or dying in the line of duty.
Many will spend the weekend away from festivities, BBQ's, picnics, and family. They are wearing uniforms and are tasked with the job of keeping our freedoms safe. They sacrifice so that those at home can continue to live free.
Thank you to those who remember. It was an honor to serve you.
Thank you to those who served. It was an honor serving with you.
Thank you to those who serve today. Giving me the freedom to work in the garden with my son.
Thank you isn't enough. But thank you.
Semper Fi
More Later
1 comment:
Well said! I add my thanks to those who have served, are serving and will serve that my children and grandchildren may live free.
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