I was able to visit the National Cemetary where one of my grandfathers is laid to rest last month. As we quietly walked the grounds, I was thinking of not just my grandfather but all those others laid to rest there as I read the markers that surrounded us. While many of the stones represented older men and women who had lived long lives after their service, many were younger people who fell in the primes of their lives while in service to this nation. Being there, reading those markers, stirred a great sense of gratitude in me and my family.
It is for this reason that I almost always recommend on this day, that you take your family to a local war memorial. There is almost always one within driving distance in some town square or park. Read the names of the fallen and remember.
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