Memorial Day is very close to my heart. I grew up in a military family with my dad serving in the army for 25 years. He served in Desert Storm and was injured and had to be transported home. I remember when the chaplain and the commander's wife came to our door to tell us something had happened to my dad. I was only in second grade. He is find now of course and continued to serve until I was a junior in high school.
My brother was in the 160th Special Operations Division-Night Stalkers stationed in Ft. Campbell, Kentucky. This time when the men in uniform came to the door, we were told my brother was not coming home. He is with Jesus now and drinking sweet tea and eating all the BBQ he wants. I will forever miss my little brother.
My point is, Freedom is NOT free. Somewhere right now, there is a little girl in your class, missing her daddy because he is deployed. There is a wife, praying her husband will come home safely.
Enjoy your Memorial Day, but please remember what it means. It is not National BBQ Day. I would LOVE for you to leave a comment with the name of your soldier. Do you have a loved one who served? PLEASE leave a comment about them. I would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE for this page to be filled with thanks for our veterans!