Memorial Day is Every Day If You're Military
I cannot say it better than this wonderful woman did. She is a young military wife whose husband is deployed, fighting the war. To see her original post click this link: Every Day. Her blog address is http://sissyben.blogspot.com. Here's what she wrote:
Monday, May 28, 2007
Every Day
For a week or more I've been thinking about my post for today. I wanted to write something inspiring, something worthy of the sacrifices of the men and women who have served and fallen. Worthy of their families who lost them.There quite simply are no words.Today I was in public for awhile, around "normal" people. I overheard a conversation of some ladies behind me... "Oh! I forgot today was Memorial Day!" one lady said with a giggle. I wanted to bitch slap her, but I just kept walking.This morning I realized that for some of us, Memorial Day isn't just a Monday in May. For some of us, Memorial Day is every day. Every day I see the news of troops falling in combat and I cry. I cry because they are family, they're my brothers and sisters, they are fathers and mothers and sons and daughters and husbands and wives and girlfriends and boyfriends. Aunts and uncles. Even a few grandparents here and there. They are my military family, and they are my American family.Every one of them had dreams and aspirations, they had real lives that they put on hold for our country. For us. For me. Their blood is my blood.There are those who have more to remember than I do. Those folks who knew their names, who shared inside jokes, who changed their diapers, who shared a bunk. Every day may be Memorial Day for me, but every moment is for them. So to the lady who "oopsie!" forgot it's Memorial Day: f*ck off with your self-centered perfectly coifed insulated self.For the rest of you, please show your support for the troops with actions rather than words: Soldier's Angels is a great place to start.
Posted by Sis B
Every Day
For a week or more I've been thinking about my post for today. I wanted to write something inspiring, something worthy of the sacrifices of the men and women who have served and fallen. Worthy of their families who lost them.There quite simply are no words.Today I was in public for awhile, around "normal" people. I overheard a conversation of some ladies behind me... "Oh! I forgot today was Memorial Day!" one lady said with a giggle. I wanted to bitch slap her, but I just kept walking.This morning I realized that for some of us, Memorial Day isn't just a Monday in May. For some of us, Memorial Day is every day. Every day I see the news of troops falling in combat and I cry. I cry because they are family, they're my brothers and sisters, they are fathers and mothers and sons and daughters and husbands and wives and girlfriends and boyfriends. Aunts and uncles. Even a few grandparents here and there. They are my military family, and they are my American family.Every one of them had dreams and aspirations, they had real lives that they put on hold for our country. For us. For me. Their blood is my blood.There are those who have more to remember than I do. Those folks who knew their names, who shared inside jokes, who changed their diapers, who shared a bunk. Every day may be Memorial Day for me, but every moment is for them. So to the lady who "oopsie!" forgot it's Memorial Day: f*ck off with your self-centered perfectly coifed insulated self.For the rest of you, please show your support for the troops with actions rather than words: Soldier's Angels is a great place to start.
Posted by Sis B
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