It's Memorial Day weekend. There will be picnics, parties, and parades, and hopefully, amidst the celebrations, we will not forget why this day has been set aside. It is a day to remember.
I glanced at the newspaper online yesterday morning before church and came across an article about two brothers who discovered each other in the same MASH unit during the Korean War.
The darker haired brother is the only man, other than my father, who I ever really called "Dad". I haven't seen him for almost thirty years now, but his daughter Ruth and I were best friends in school. I knew he had been to Vietnam but didn't know he had also been in the Korean War. (You can find the article, if you're interested, here.)
I'm not sure what I will do this Memorial Day or where exactly it will take me, but I am hoping to do some remembering and possibly to place a flag in the cemetery out in Penfield.
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