In the United States, the fourth Monday in May is set aside as a day of remembrance. We call it "Memorial Day." We spend time on this day remembering soldiers who have died in wars. Some of the wars the U.S. has fought haven't been popular (if war can be popular). Korea. Vietnam. The Gulf War. Iraq. Afghanistan. However, men and women who surrendered their lives defending a cause deserve to be honored.
I'm not a big believer in war. I don't even like my son to play with toy guns. There's too much violence in this world. What I believe we do on Memorial Day is give thanks for the peace we, as citizens of the U.S., have. And we give thanks for the people who gave their lives so we could enjoy that peace. There are, literally, millions of people who died so that I could do things like type this blog post on a Sunday afternoon. So that my father could sit in his living room and watch old war movies all day long (much to my mother's chagrin and annoyance). So that I could get together with my family this evening and have a barbecue, eat hot dogs and bratwurst, and argue politics or whether Goofy is a dog or a man. That's what all those people fought for, died for. For the idea of happiness.
Tomorrow morning, I will take my daughter and son to a Memorial Day parade. Then, we will go to the cemetery to take part in a Veterans of Foreign Wars Memorial Day service. I want my kids to know that tomorrow isn't just about having a day off school. It's isn't just about getting to sleep in late. It's about honor. It's about remembering.
Today, Saint Marty salutes all the fallen war veterans of the world.
Confessions of Saint Marty