As we enjoy the traditional cookout, or the refreshing swim at the beach. Or maybe it's the glorious hike in the mountains, or the professional baseball game in the city. But wherever we are, ponder the young recent high school graduate in 1966, who proudly finished training and came home toy displaying his uniform, then went to Viet Nam and lost his life in his first day of battle. And also the seasoned old leatherneck who died in a final battle in the South Pacific and never saw his baby girl who grew up with only pictures of her daddy. These are the events we never hear of and have often never come close to experiencing ourselves, but they were commonplace in the aftermath of combat and they deserve our honor, respect and remembrance.
Despite all the movies that glorify war and the stories of victories attained, war is hell, plain and simple. People are wounded, bloodied and die and places are destroyed. Yet while we pray that we never have to fight as a nation again, as long as evil dictators have visions of domination, America must be prepared to fight. And those who have already been through it and gave the ultimate sacrifice must be remembered and honored by we, the fortunate. Do so with reverence and dignity, then have a wonderful weekend. God bless everyone and God bless the United States of America.