Memorial Day


This weekend I intended to write up an essay covering the infrastructure needs of the city that were presented at a hearing regarding a state capitol bill that was held on May 3rd.

However.

Something else has been occupying my mind these past few weeks. Perhaps it is that this month marks the fourth anniversary of my mother’s passing that has me in an introspective mood, or something else.

My wife and I are veterans, Army proud, both of us were Intelligence Analysts who bore witness to the final stages of the Cold War. Whatever you do, don’t dismiss or underestimate that long twilight struggle that lasted almost 50 years. The danger was real, and lives were lost, often in places and circumstances where they couldn’t be acknowledged until many years had passed.

I’ve written before about one of those stories in a blog I wrote a few years ago; Memorial Day Remembrance: The Last Casualty of the Cold War.  Previous to those events my wife did a tour of duty at the Berlin Field Station and she recalls that Major Nicholson was a very good dancer.

It’s a memory.

There are no bonds of friendship that mean so much or last so long as those forged in our youth, especially when tempered with shared misery, adversity, and danger.

Earlier this month, we traveled to Maryland to celebrate the retirement from service to the Federal Government of one of our brethren, and had a mini-reunion. The four of us reminiscing and swapping stories of our time together in a place that no longer exists except in history books. Each memory renewing bonds that are perhaps even closer than those of family.

As we mark this Memorial Day, I think of those who we honor and the family and friends they left behind. Today, they are names engraved on a stone, but once they were vital and alive, with the whole future ahead of them.

They never had the chance to reminisce with their old friends about those times they were all cold, or wet, went without sleep for three days, got drunk and dodged the MP’s, or snatched the company guidon right out of the commander’s tent during an exercise. Or show off pictures of their kids and grandkids to each other.

Their sacrifice ensured that we who followed could.

Zion, Illinois

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