On this day, let us not forget those who made the ultimate sacrifice so that we may enjoy all the freedoms we hold dear today.
As we look back on over 20 years of war in both Iraq and Afghanistan, there are and will continue to be more stories that are told and brought to light than we can ever imagine. Let us not forget those sacrifices by the ones who didn’t make it home with their life. Honor them the best way you can.
In truth, that’s what this day is about. To remember, and to talk about those who gave their last full measure, for us. It’s often used as a day of reflection for all who passed on, which is acceptable.
There is a quote attributed to Plato, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” I wholeheartedly agree with it. One of the worst parts of war is that for those of us who have seen it and made it through, it still lives within us. We fight these burdens, often alone. For some this holiday is a day where the wound of grief is reopened, and sometimes that may be necessary to heal.
While I don’t like to write about the negative side of an otherwise joyful “holiday weekend,” I feel it necessary as it is a somber day many spend reflecting on the lives of their loved ones.
We can take experiences, stories, and lessons from our now deceased loved ones and sulk or we can stay positive and live a life worthy of their sacrifice.
If there is one piece of advice I can offer, it’s to tell their stories while sharing some laughs and tears.
Live a life worth dying for. God bless all the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice, thank you for those who continue to toe the line for freedom.