It’s Memorial Day.
And I’ll admit (rather shamefully) that most years this day comes and goes without my giving its significance a single thought. I appreciate it as a weekend lengthener, another morning to sleep in, an extra twenty-four hours to get things done. But rarely do I acknowledge the many men and women who are responsible for giving me the freedom to do those things.
So today, rather than rushing unconsciously into my to-do list, I am taking a moment to pause and reflect on those to whom I owe an unrepayable debt of gratitude:
- To the dedicated service men and women who willingly braved front lines, paying a hefty price in defense of our many liberties and blessings, I thank you.
- To those who lost their lives in battles they didn’t initiate and wars they didn’t choose to fight, I thank you.
- To those in noncombat roles—the medics and mechanics and numerous others—who died while working in support of the combat troops, I thank you.
- To those left behind: The spouses, children, parents, siblings, friends, and other family members who had to go on even when their loved ones didn’t return home, I thank you.
- To the soldiers who made it home, but were so unequipped to overcome their wounded souls and PTSD-tortured minds that they stopped the pain by their own hands, I thank you.
Let us all stop for just a minute this morning to say a little prayer or offer up a moment of silence in respect to these and any and all others who gave the ultimate sacrifice in service of the United States of America. Let us always be grateful. Let us always remember.
If you like, please feel free to share in the comments the names of those whose lives you are celebrating today, so we, too, can honor them.