Or what we have come to know as Memorial Day.
I have been up for a while now, watching the news coverage of the wreath ceremony at the Tomb Of The Unkown and listening to stories of wounded men and women who have served this great nation. I have also been looking at a blank page trying to figure out the best way to put down my thoughts and feelings about this great day and the true meaning behind it. Unfortunately I have been unsuccessful and accomplishing this task for no matter how many times I start to type nothing I put down ever seems to truly give you a peek inside these feelings of pride, honor, and mourning. I have always actually been kind of a quite guy, not real articulate. One of those types that usually only talk in public when there is something I feel is needed to be said, not one for just idle chat. So, when it comes to truly expressing something so important to me I find myself at a loss of words sometimes.

I have always been proud of the men and women who serve this country both past and present. As the years go by in this War on Terror, this day becomes more and more important to me. I have lost good friends of the last few years, men and women that were like brothers and sisters to me. Men and women that have sacrificed more than most can truly understand. These Soldiers were more than just a stranger wearing a uniform, they were Fathers, Brothers, Sons, Mothers, Sisters, Daughters, and Best Friends. These men and women that come home draped in "Colors" None of them wanted these wars and conflicts, They did what they did and sacrificed everything because of something inside them that told them "This is what I need to do, This is the right thing to do". Most of these men and women died not for someone else's ideals not matter what you may believe. Most of them died because of instinct, they act without thinking in a time of danger to protect the men and women around them. You see, it is our instinct to protect the ones we care about. It is our instinct to protect YOU.

Of course this is only my point of view and yeah I may be a little bias so whether you agree with me or not please feel free to comment as to such. All points of view are Welcome even if you are berkinstock wearing, tree huggin, flag burning ass bandit. Just remember one thing, you are able to be that protesting, soldier hating, commi puke because of men and women like them and me.


It is the family and friends of those we have lost
that are torn between grief and pride. The pain is
theirs, the memories ours.
Never forget them, tell their stories with pride and
remember, When you see the Red, White, and Blue
take a moment of silence, no matter what day or time.