I didn't think I wanted to post this story, but changed my mind. A friend of mine in the military sent it to me. It's the way I feel, and the way I taught my children (one my sons is a career officer in the Army). It's a bit long, but I think it epitomizes the honor and committment of those who man the walls of our freedom, and why they, in turn, should all be honored on this day by us all. So here goes:
"It was raining "cats and dogs" and I was late for physical training. Traffic was backed up at Fort Campbell, Ky., and was moving way too slowly. I was probably going to be late and I was growing more and more impatient.
The pace slowed almost to a standstill as I passed Memorial Grove, the site built to honor the soldiers who died in the Gander airplane crash, the worst redeployment accident in the history of the 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault).
Because it was close to Memorial Day, a small American flag had been placed in the ground next to each soldier's memorial plaque.
My concern at the time, however, was getting past the bottleneck, getting out of the rain and getting to PT on time.
All of a sudden, infuriatingly, just as the traffic was getting started again, the car in front of me stopped. A soldier, a private of course, jumped out in the pouring rain and ran over toward the grove.
I couldn't believe it! This knucklehead was holding up everyone for who knows what kind of prank. Horns were honking. I waited to see the butt-chewing that I wanted him to get for making me late.
He was getting soaked to the skin. His BDUs were plastered to his frame. I watched-as he ran up to one of the memorial plaques, picked up the small American flag that had fallen to the ground in the wind and the rain, and set it upright again.
Then, slowly, he came to attention, saluted, ran back to his car, and drove off. I'll never forget that incident. That soldier, whose name I will never know, taught me more about duty, honor, and respect than a hundred books or a thousand lectures.
That simple salute -- that single act of honoring his fallen brother and his flag – encapsulated all the Army values in one gesture for me. It said, "I will never forget. I will keep the faith. I will finish the mission. I am an American soldier."
I thank God for examples like that.
And on this Memorial Day, I will remember all those who paid the ultimate price for my freedom, and one private, soaked to the skin, who honored them."
And I thank God, as well.
This weekend...
... at the picnic you might attend, before you bite into your first hamburger or hotdog, please remember the men and women who will be dining on a MRE.
... as you greet the family member or friend that you haven't seen in months, remember the families that won't be able to feel the same joy.
... as you snuggle into your bed, remember the men and women that will be sleeping in a foxhole or on a hard cot.
... and most of all, say a prayer for all the men and women that have helped us maintain our freedom.
God Bless America.
