Memorial

There was this student blog I saw the other day—”Run by students, for students.” Some such. High schoolers, looked like. Maybe a class project. It’s last entry was a send off before the big weekend, saying “hey” to a couple of named people and wishing everyone “fun during all the barbecues.”

This morning on the news, the business reporter was reporting on the mercantile hopes for the holiday. “Tends to be a big weekend for summer clothes, appliances…. There are signs that it could rebound the slower past month.”

I suppose its the cycle of things—that holidays lose meaning. I mean really, when was the last holiday anybody actually thought about? Not that I’m bemoaning some larger degradation or social slip-up, just saying.

Martin Luther King’s birthday? Slow day for civil rights. All I know is I have a day off. Woohoo! Same for this one, I suppose. Same for Christmas, on and on.

Do you wonder what families who have lost loved ones to war think on days like today? I’d like to hope they’re surrounded by friends sensitive to the situation. Maybe there is a small service or moment of silence at the picnics. Or maybe it’s Irish style and the party doesn’t ease up at all. The family, sans loved one, goes round and round, the laughter blending perfectly with what has become the social celebration of summer’s liberation.

I’m sure there are some embittered too—angry at the slip-n-slides or the bulk sales mailings. I wonder what they think when they watch the kids playing out back, or when they hear someone glibly comment how Memorial Day was “finally” here and how summer can “finally” start. Like there was this big downer that everyone dreads about May’s end that keeps fun from flourishing.

To the mothers, fathers, sons, daughters and others touched by the severe grip of war, my heart finds little rest today. It’s hard to live happy when others are hurting. You’re in my thoughts.

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About salemonz

Born in San Diego, Calif. Raised as a Navy Brat, I jumped ship and crossed over to the Army. Served as an enlisted journalist for a bunch of years, then helped the DoD figure out what the hell to do with social media. After the Army, now I drift down the river of life, trying not to be a jerk.

One response to “Memorial”

  1. Felyne says :

    Lest we forget.

    25 April was ANZAC Day, the memorial day for my country. There is a large ceremony held at dawn at the cenotaph in the Auckland Domain, this year I was able to watch it live, streaming over the net.

    I think the letter from Abraham Lincoln still stands today, perhaps even more so considering a conscription isn’t in place, regardless of the number of losses in a family:

    “I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.

    I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.”

    It is an injustice to have today thought of as the weekend for barbeques, slip-n-slides and consumer sales, and while I’m not from your country, my heart still goes out to those who have laid that costly sacrifice.

    Lest we forget.

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