My second blog entry at the Xenia Institute, where I reflect on Memorial Day and the current war we are fighting in Iraq.
Memorial Day has always been a time of remembrance for me, and those memories run deep. As a child, I would help members of the local Veterans of Foreign Wars post place flags on the headstones of all the veterans buried in the two cemeteries in my little hometown of Centralia, Missouri. Both my father and grandfather were members of the post, having served in Vietnam and in Europe during World War II. Today, memory fails me as to whether I began helping with the flags because of a conscious decision on my part or because I provided a young set of legs to assist an aging group of war vets, but after many years of walking the rows of headstones I’ve found it has had a profound impact on my thoughts…
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