It's Memorial Day, and I'm just a sentimental old soldier--I may have ETSed, but part of me will always be a soldier--saluting my comrades in arms who have fallen in battle. I'm not going to pretend they were all perfect--some of them were utter and total bastards in many ways--But all of them, unless they disgraced the uniform, deserve our respect, whether we agree with the wars they were sent to fight or not.
I'm about as liberal as they come, and I think that especially the wars we've been fighting lately stink, but today is not about celebrating war, or the military-industrial complex. It's about honoring real people who bled real blood, suffered real pain, and died all-too-real deaths, leaving behind devastated families and friends, in wars not of their choosing, because you sent them to do so.
"Me?" you might ask, "How did I send anyone to war?" Well, not directly, but by proxy. Still confused? Let me explain a little bit. Read more about From a dog-face soldier on Memorial Day