Memorial Day 2010

When I was a small child no more than four years old I remember going to the airport with my dad and standing at the terminal door watching him board an airplane for France. It was a cold wet day and I was a bit confused. I remember the voices behind me telling me to wave goodbye, but yet I was uncertain where my dad was going and for what reason. I only knew he would be gone a long time. And he was. Since then he had many other deployments overseas; Korea, Germany, etc., and each time I stood there and waved and said my goodbyes. On this Memorial Day I am thinking of all the men and women and families who have said their goodbyes. Some temporarily, others permanently. In America’s long history of warfare there is a lot to remember and be thankful and sometimes be sadden for; the men and women of America’s past, of our Civil War, the war of Independence, WWI and II, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf, Iraq and Afghanistan, the kids in my classes who fathers never did return home, the crying of my mother over the long hours my father put into the military, the service of my father in law, but most of all I am thankful and very memorable of my dad. He gave his best and he did it well. Rest well sergeant.

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