Today is Memorial Day in the USA. A lot of people are happy for a three-day weekend, myself included, and it’s a kickoff to summer BBQ’s and picnics. People go camping, watch baseball or get their yard ready for summer.
Unfortunately, I think for a lot of Americans, the true meaning of the day is lost. Memorial Day is a remembrance day for those who have died while serving our county. It has special meaning to me, though.
My grandfather served in WWII. He spoke German so was a soldier/interpreter for the US. He helped liberate death camps, including Dachau or Auschwitz, I don’t remember which. He saw horrible things, things that I didn’t hear about until I was into my 20s. Grandpa had severe PTSD and had nightmares almost every night about his fellow soldiers. But it also made him proud of his country and, even when he was in his 80s and needed a wheelchair to get around, he STOOD when the flag was presented. He loved God, his family and his country. Those were the only three things he needed.
He didn’t die in a war or a battle but today I remember him. I also want to take a moment to thank my Dad and my Aunt for their service to this country, as well as the many friends I have who have served and continue to serve. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and God Bless the USA.