This weekend we celebrate the beginning of summer. There will be grilling, time with family (in some cases a time of grilling the family!), the Indy 500, and ultimate frisbee. Enjoy, for those 100 days of summer pass far too quickly.
In the midst of this time of gratitude for the return of a delightful season, let's stop a moment to thank those who have given their lives to preserve our holidays.
As the Greatest Generation is leaving this world, another generation is engaged in a present conflict. What I fear most is that many of them do not understand how heroic they were, and are, both on the battlefield and the home front.
We stand on their shoulders, and they are indeed tall ones.
"The 30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village and hamlet churchyard in the land. In this observance no form or ceremony is prescribed, but Posts and comrades will, in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit."