Nearly one hundred years have passed since this postcard first made the rounds. I wish we could say that was the end of it–that each year, the last Monday of the May, we honor the lives of those lost in wars that ended with the Spanish-American War of 1898.
Alas, we’ve added a few more wars to that list; we’re honoring a few more thousand lives–sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, lovers and friends. Lives cut short so we might live.
We’re heading into the weekend considered by many as the start of summer. The coming days are sure to be full full of laughter and sunshine. We’ll be roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, planning picnics and searching the perfect camping spot.
Amidst it all, let’s not forget those who fought for our freedom to do so.
It’s a good thing to do, no matter the place you call home. After all, battlegrounds of today are not so clear cut. Yet there always seem to be those who rise up to fight the bullies–complete strangers who take a stand on our behalf. The least we can do is say ‘thank you.’