All kinds of things you can do to remember the ones that didn’t come back. I saw Facebook had a thing for me to share on my wall. The problem was it was to remember vets, not to remember the dead. That’s what Memorial Day is about.
Whenever I speak with a veteran, they always make a point of telling me the true heroes are the ones that didn’t come back. I don’t think they are being trite, or joking.
Fred Wilson had an interesting Kickstarter project to back-so I backed it and hope you will too. 49% of all World War Two vets that returned home started a business. Incredible. The military does give you the skills to run a small business. Let’s hope the same number of vets from this current war start businesses.
I have been to Omaha Beach. I still can’t believe they took that beach and survived. Of course, many didn’t. I am glad I wasn’t there June 6, 1944; or any other beaches that Allied forces landed at from 1942-1945. Here is a nice remembrance of one person’s visit there. If you are a student and want to earn course credit from travel, the National World War Two Museum has an excellent program you can apply to.
Even if you don’t do anything active to remember the people that died fighting, take a moment and pause. Remember them that way.
The Pritzker Military Library does a lot to remember all the conflicts America was in. When people die, it makes us uncomfortable. Here is what to say to a person who has lost a loved one in a war.
Flanders Fields was a horrific battle in WW1. A young officer wrote a poem about it. It’s why you might see a lot of people with poppies on their lapel or outfit today.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.