Memorial Day

There's nothing like taps played on a bugle in a cemetery.  I've been witness to the event twice in my young life now, and I will remember both times forever. 

Back in 2004 my wife's grandpa passed away.  He was part of the Greatest Generation that answered the call when the world needed him the most.  He had fought bravely during WWII on a B-26 which made bombing runs into Nazi-occupied France and deeper into the heart of Germany. 

Last September my own father passed away.  He was enlisted in the U.S. Army during the Vietnam conflict and spent his time in the Army National Guards.  Thankfully his number was never called or I might not be here.  He spent the better part of fifteen years in the reserves before retiring.

At both funerals, amidst the grief, I took time to study the faces of the two young men who handed my wife's grandma and my mom the folded American flag.  It was evident that both were extremely honored to be where they were, giving thanks to these brave wives who let us borrow their husbands for a great call. 

These were two of the greatest men I have ever known and I dare say will ever know.  I remember them every day, but on this Memorial Day I wish to say thank you not only to Grandpa and Dad, but to everyone who proudly swears to defend this great nation.