May Their Memory Be A Blessing
The Israelis know how to do this correctly.
On the Israeli Memorial Day at 11 AM a siren is sounded for two minutes and the entire country comes to a halt.
People stop whatever they are doing; cars stop on highways and the vehicles empty out for two minutes of silence to honor the fallen.
I remember back when Decoration Day as my mother referred to it was always on May 30, and not conveniently placed on the last Monday in May to create a three day weekend inaugurating summer.
There was always a parade with drum and bugle corps, bands, twirlers, close order drill teams and veterans, marching from city hall to the church, where there was a cemetery for veterans of the Civil War, and the ceremonies were capped with speeches and a lone bugle sounding taps.
When I was in the high school band I got to be in the parade in my blue uniform with its epaulets, piping, and silver buttons, that would be the envy of any Fifth Avenue doorman.
It was a time when the day was celebrated in towns across the country this way and not running to buy up bedding or furniture at cut rate sale prices.
It all seemed to come crashing down around eleventh grade when a substantial number of band mates refused to participate because honoring the dead in their minds glorified war and they couldn’t support anything harmful to Vietnamese children or water buffaloes.
Suffice it to say there weren’t enough of us to field a team and I was back to observer status.
In spite of all of that, it was still a time when the rights of felons and communists did not garner precedent over We The People.
So this weekend in the midst of flipping burgers or stuffing another set of towels into the shopping cart, stop for one lousy stinking minute, and remain silent for those who died, and most likely died horribly, defending our nation.
Jesus may have died for your past sins but the American serviceman and woman continue to die for you to be able to keep sinning.
Happy Memorial Day