ON MEMORIAL DAY...

EDITION OF MEMORIAL DAY 2020 [PetPowellPress] Rainy day in our neighborhood.
Good day to sit in an office at home and contemplate the meaning of the sacrifices of those being honored on Memorial Day. 

When I was a youngster in the 1960s, I was convinced that our peace movement would mean an end to war for all of time. It seemed so logical to decide not to kill each other. I foolishly forgot to consider the woefully imperfect human element on this planet.
On Memorial Day, as on every day, I am grateful to be an American, a resident of the greatest nation. A nation where you can sit at a computer keyboard and shoot off your mouth and know that the reason you can is some brave Americans rose up against those villains who would tell you what to think and when to say it — if they bothered to let you live at all.
God bless those Americans who knew their mission and pressed forward into the hereafter because they knew the consequences of failing the mission. Bless those who were sent on an unclear mission and did their duty to the end.
I am sorry these American protectors did not survive, but so grateful they are remembered by the nation that did.

When you live in America, enjoy and treasure the freedoms in honor of the great Americans on the rolls of the nation’s war dead. We inherited their America — might have tweaked it a bit and some of it they wouldn’t recognize, but I’ll bet they’d appreciate it. And I'll bet they'd still salute that flag.
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