It is good to put your life into perspective.
Three of our fiends are buried at Arlington.
No grave marker for my Great Uncle Evans. His ship was shot out from under him in the Pacific. He had been directing gunfire from the deck and was one of the last to leave even though he was seriously injured in the firefight early on.
My father in law served on the Enola Gay.
Before the bird flew they were taken to meet the troops who
were about to invade Japan.
He said the estimates of casualties were well into the millions.
He never spoke of his service, until he knew it unclassified fifty years after the fact.
We found a few pictures of him.
No picture of my brother in law's grave. Ron was in Vietnam as a door gunner for a medical helicopter. If you watch the movies, the door gunner had to decide when to leave a hot zone and who to leave behind. He never spoke of his experiences, but lived with them until he died ten years ago. We are pretty sure the weird cancer he passed away from was caused by Agent Orange.
On this Memorial Day we remember those who gave their lives in our service. Most of the men in my life, who were the most important to my shaping, served. One day of remembrance is simply not enough.