Today, as we've done since our oldest son was 7 years old (he's 24 now!) we headed to our National Cemetery for their annual celebration. The day was perfect, mild temperature and gentle breezes made for a pleasant setting. We bring chairs and found just the right spot to watch the going ons of the program. The list and line up is long and fairly repetitious over the years. But still we go, we clap, we wave flags and I must admit I get teared up EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear the Pledge of Allegiance and the National Anthem.
The best part for me? People watching. Trying to figure out who served in what conflict or war, seeing the older ladies with no spouse along side of them, wondering how they got through those hard times. Seeing little kids, clearly having no clue what is going on, their longing to move on to something else, no matter what else. Seeing the older men, so proud of their time served, they shake hands with any and all who will stop and spend a minute asking "where did you serve"? I love seeing the guys and gals on the motorcycles roaring through the area, the men reminded me of my own uncles who served their time. And there are the younger service people, the ones who have stepped up and taken the call to serve our country. A call that all of these awesome men and women have given so much for so many.
The program ended with an impressive show of arms, followed by the playing of the taps and this year, a release of many doves over head.
A touching service to thank so many special people.
Yes, summer is off to a good start.
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