I am proud of my service. It feels good when people thank me for it. But Memorial Day is not for that. Memorial Day is not about me. Memorial Day is about those brothers and sisters who did not make it home. Today is about the rows of white headstones in Normandy, in Arlington, in Omaha National Cemetery.
All gave some and some gave all. This day is about those who gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we may be free. This day is about those storming the beaches of Normandy in the face of fire. This day is about the starved Patriot in Valley Forge who later fell to British muskets. This day is about the lone soldier on patrol in the Korean highlands or the Vietnamese jungle who died thousands of miles from home – the Marine who did not return from the Afghan cave or the desert of Iraq.
This day is not about politics, not about making a point, not about partisanship.
This day is about saying thank you to those who gave their very blood for the nation. Gone, but not forgotten.
To my brothers and sisters who did not make it home – thank you.