As a military veteran I have witnessed many tributes to those who have sacrificed their all in defense of American freedom. Many of these tributes have come from varied places; sadly I have also buried and honored several comrades during the 23 years I spent in uniform.
While I remember my Warrior Brothers nearly every day, Memorial Day has always been a special one. It’s a day when we all take time to honor and remember those who cashed in the blank check every service member signs when we raise our hands and swear to defend our Constitution against all enemies. That blank check signifies that we are prepared to give everything we have, up to and including our very life, so America can remain free. Every Memorial Day we remember those who have cashed that check; heroes who will never again feel the hug of their child, the love of their spouse, the warm sun on their cheek or hear the tributes on Memorial Day.
For me Memorial Day used to be a sad day, a day spent in mourning and reverence of those who were gone. But a few years ago I began to wonder how I would want to be remembered by those I left behind. I realized that I wouldn’t want people to be sad; I would want them to celebrate the freedom that so many sacrificed everything for. I would want them to gather with friends and family, drink a beer or two, or three, have fun. MORE>>>