How can we honor the fallen?
When I think of Memorial Day, I think of Doritos and wet bathing suits, the crack of beer cans and grill smoke. It’s all great American fun, and it comes at a cost. Only we don’t much see it. We see the hell in the world, sure. The media feasts on the bad things that happen like a steady march of ants. But we, as individuals, families, and communities, in this time are, for the most part, far far removed from the ravages of the wars that have claimed the lives of our heroes. The great bulk of us have never had rations or soldiers at our door or a spouse or parent with PTSD. Those who have, know. They know that lemonade and pick-up basketball and fountains to play and porches to sit on and the freedom to walk down the street are not free.
We take things for granted. That’s what we do. And we despair over littler things in the absence of large-scale suffering. That’s what we do, too. But this week, we are called on not only to saturate ourselves with the great fun of summer but to remember. It is demanded of us that we honor the fallen. How?