I would like to remember both of my Grandfathers, Paul and Mike. Both were WWII veterans. They didn't die in the war, in fact, Grandpa Paul lived til his late 70's and Grandpa Mike lived until his early 80's. I always admired their generation. Growing up through the depression, then when you are a man, the entire world is at war? You either "build character" or die!
My friend Tyler died in Iraq. I miss him a lot. I see his brother every now and then, and I just can't help but feel the impact that Iraq and Afghanistan has had here at home. So many kids come back with the PTSD, and TBE, and I know a lot of them. Out of all the people I knew and grew up with who went to war, none of them have come back the same.
I know memorial day is supposed to honor the dead who have served our country, but we can honor the living too. They are still here dealing with their experiences, and they could use a genuine thank you and a hug.