We Have Forgotten

This Memorial Day weekend has been incredible. I've been going nonstop all weekend, but I don't want to talk about that right now. Right now I want to say thanks. Thanks to over 1.5 million American soldiers who gave their lives for freedom in various conflicts.

They died in a Revolution brought on by much less than we quietly surrender to now; they died in a conflict with our southern neighbor; they died in a major conflict over state's rights; they died in jungles and prairies and forests and deserts. They died with rifles, muskets, and machine guns.

They died far from home, and one field over. They died unaware, in terror, and with the greatest love known to man. They died in field hospitals, on roads, and on fields of battle.

They left behind husbands, wives, children, parents, nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters. They died, abandoned by the cushy politicians. They died in the arms of their brothers. They died alone.

The common denominator is that they died for freedom, with love for their country and their fellow man. They died for strangers. They died for ideals and concrete issues. They died. And more died. And more died. And even more will die.

With all these sacrifices, with all these testaments in blood, we still have not decided that freedom is the most precious thing we have. We give it away, like a vendor sells hotdogs. A right here, a right there. One more tax, one more regulation.

One more Memorial Day spent playing, not remembering these heroes.