When I was little, we lived in the Washington DC area. Actually, I was born in Washington DC. We lived in the area until I was 6 or 7. I remember a lot of the monuments and visiting Arlington Cemetery when I was young and I’ve always wanted to make a trip back with Spawn. It’s beautiful, especially when the cherry blossoms are in bloom.
Today, is Memorial Day, a day we honor our fallen heroes in uniform. Celebrations take many forms depending on the part of the country they’re taking part in. I am particularly reminded of the Changing of the Guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
I was 4 the first time I witnessed it and my father admonished me to not make a peep, no matter what and I didn’t dare disappoint my father. It appears that this lesson has not been taught to others.
If you haven’t realized this, I very much love my country. I love what she stands for, I love who she is. Today is not a day for mattress sales or picnic sales and it’s a simple excuse to barbecue, which is fine, but it’s a day to remember our honored fallen on these shores and others, those who died to protect freedoms for all.
Addendum: Spawn and I will be leaving in about 3 hours to return home. It’s very hot here in the South (3 digits at our destination) and I doubt there will be ManCandy today.