On this Memorial Day, I’m grateful for the sacrifices of the men and women who have served this country in uniform over the centuries. Who—volunteer or conscript, professional or amateur—fought and died because the nation called upon them to do so.
Unlike grocery shoppers in Buffalo or school
children in Uvalde, they stepped knowingly into danger, but it doesn’t make
their sacrifice any less painful for their loved ones. It seems fitting that we
spend at least one day a year honoring them.
There will be hundreds of people out at
Arlington National Cemetery today, including many visiting Section 60, where
the most recent arrivals are laid to rest. Families and friends will set up
lawn chairs by graves, share a year’s worth of news and gossip, maybe drink a
toast. It’s like El Día de Muertos, only in a lot of languages.
Some of the graves are so new they have no stone markers yet. But they will.
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