Monday, May 30, 2005

Memorial Day-2005

The first time I ever boarded an airplane or left the State of Michigan was as a 19-year old college student heading to Quantico, Virginia, to spend a summer as a "voluntary guest" of the United States Marine Corps. I spent nearly four years in the reserves of the Marines and was honorably discharged after being injured while in training. The day I was discharged was the most disappointing of my life.

Today, may we salute and remember those who served and suffered far worse than mere disappointment. It is trite, but it must be said: we should salute and remember those who paid the ultimate price, and we must not forget their sacrifice. Let us also salute and remember the families of the fallen, whose sacrifice was equally great. Spend thirty seconds thinking about this, or stretch it to thirty minutes, but do try to give thanks to those who went before us.

May God bless each of them and their families.