The following post was written by my good friend Nathan Gee:
I recently had the privilege of joining my son with his Cub Scout
pack, as well as several other cub, boy, and girl scout groups at the cemetery
for the annual refreshing of the flags on the veterans' graves.
The instructions were simple enough, find all
the old, weathered, flags at the grave markers and replace them with a fresh US
flag to ensure that all the veterans were appropriately honored for Memorial
Day.
The boys loved it.
They raced from grave to grave, trying to be the first to the next grave. I lagged a little behind, holding the old
flags and keeping a supply of fresh flags.
As I walked, I saw names come and go.
Some were honored by parents.
Many were laid to rest next to a spouse.
Some obviously died in combat while many lived full lives. Some had their position in the military
engraved on their tombstones, others tombstones made no mention of their
military service. Most of the flag-holders
placed next to the headstones indicated active military service in a time of
war.
I wondered of the stories that may have accompanied the
names. Did they actively enlist? Were they drafted? Was their service a source of pride they
frequently remembered, or was the greatness of their sacrifice lost, buried
beneath the nightmares of the horrors of war?
My grandfather was a World War II veteran. We visited him every Sunday evening until I
moved out of the home. During all those
many visits, I only recall a time or two where he spoke of his experiences in the
war, and he spoke soberly when he did.
His silence on the subject was totally lost on me at the time, but now makes
me wonder at the cost of war that we often conveniently forget. We send young men and young women, often
fresh out of high school, to fight to solve the problems of the world. We imagine the honor of defending freedom
will be adequate to carry them through the emotional trials that may follow
their sacrifice. My mission president
explained once to me, "War is hell." We are truly asking our youth to
march into hell with the hope of bringing about a greater good.
This Memorial Day I pay tribute to these veterans who served my country. Some fought during times of war, some rebuilt during times of peace. Some laid down their lives, others were survived, but with significant physical injuries; everyone was changed.
Thank you for your
service. Thank you for enduring what I
have not, and what I can not imagine. I
will gladly replenish your flag as a small token of remembrance to you.
I remember sitting down with my quiet stepfather who fought in WWII and getting his life story down-I came to appreciate his sacrifices.
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