Enjoy Your BBQ

It’s Memorial Day. For most people in the US this is a day of BBQs, picnics, and other fun, outdoor activities and parties. What might have been a solemn day of remembrance has evolved into a Spring celebration of fun and family.

I say that this is a great and good thing! Far better we celebrate the lives, lifestyles, a liberties our fallen warriors gave us than to wallow in misery and painful memory. I think their shades are far happier for this than they would be otherwise for it is proof that their sacrifices weren’t in vain.

So enjoy your BBQ…but, please spare a bit of thought for the ghosts that will attend it alongside you and who made it possible. Consecrate your fun, as it were, as a memorial to their deaths and celebration of victories they earned and which you enjoy.

Military Funeral Ceremony
There Are Ghosts At Your Table

And, if you can, think a bit about their Dependents who our fallen warriors were forced to leave behind. If you know any, invite them along on your outing…and thank them for they’ve sacrificed greatly as well and their pain isn’t over yet.

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2 Responses to “Enjoy Your BBQ”

  1. Buffet Says:

    Well stated my friend. My grandfather was in WWI. My father in WWII. Several friends in Viet Nam (the senseless one!) I will remember their service as well as the sacrifice of those who have fallen.

    Thinking of this also fuels the ever-present rage I have when I dwell on how our freedoms, that they, and so many who came before, fought for, are gradually being taken away from us by greedy, dare I say mad, bureaucrats hellbent on subjugating us and the demise of this once proud country.
    OK, I’m through ranting (for now).

  2. jonolan Says:

    My family is, and has been, military since before America was nation (Yep, we fought in that one…for the Crown *-0 ) and our tradition has always been the celebration of the victory, not the mourning of the loss of kin.

    I’ve got to admit though that I’m a bit of hypocrite. Memorial Day HURTS me and I tend to be sad and solemn, caught up in the selfish grief over my brothers that died beside me while I was in service.

    I’ve had a lot of bad things – by anything approaching normal standards – happen to me but nothing I have ever done was harder than being part of the detail that handed my brother’s widow a well-folded flag in exchange for her husband and the father of her daughter.

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