There are lots of reasons for that, we supposed. The relative peace of the time, the national schizophrenia regarding Vietnam, then the whole 9/11 and it's aftermath thing.
I am frankly uncomfortable, when around this time of year people recognize I'm a veteran and they come up to me with a bright and cheery "Happy Memorial Day! Thank you for your service!"
People like Karl Rove don't get it.
I know they mean well.
But I'm a curmudgeon. The flag doesn't fly at half-staff today because of me.
It's *not* my holiday.
Sadly, the Auld Soldier has made the transition to his day being Memorial Day, vice Veteran's Day. But then, he's also quit quietly griping about it, too. At least to me. Mom may be getting an earful.
Something else I've noticed over the last few years. The serving soldiers, especially the ones with the combat patches earned since 2003, have started muttering under their breath about it, too.
Because many of them now have "Absent Companions" and for them, Memorial Day isn't about the living. It's about the dead.
Yesterday, coming home from the gunblogger event, I got a complimentary upgrade to first class on my flight, because I was wearing a shirt that said "US Army, Retired" on it. The very nice lady at the counter said, "Thank you for your service! In honor of Memorial Day, let's see if we can't get you into first class!"
I said, "Thank you ma'am - I appreciate the appreciation. But this weekend isn't about me - that one is in November. This one is about my brothers- and sisters-in-arms who aren't here. And who won't be here ever again."
"And if I just talked myself out of first class - that's okay - give the seat to the kid over there in the ACUs."
She just looked at me a moment and said, "You're right. And lets see if we can't get you both in there - in honor of your friends."
She gets it, now.
It's not my day. It's for those who have no more days.
It's Leonard's day.



Really, folks don't get it...
No Rich, they don't get it, and as military service becomes rarer among the civilian populace, it will become worse.
But most of the day is spent in quiet contemplation, with my loved ones close by, partly happy that Veteran's Day still applies, and remembering brothers for whom it doesn't.
May God's Peace be with you as you remember "absent comrades."
Sir, you and your commenters have grasped the real meaning of Memorial Day. It is strange, but many will never grasp the true meaning. Is this a question of whether or not you have served in the Military? Oddly, there are people who have been in the Military, and yet, don't get it. Equally so, there are those who have not served in the Military, but they really understand. John's famous line sounds something like this, “Your mileage may vary.” In my humble opinion, he is showing a great deal of understanding the complexity of this issue. Today, I found myself in a rather quiet spirit. I want to just thank those who have given their lives. I believe recognition is really the best way to deal with this.
Rob
At least they're noticing. We can use this as an instructable moment. Gently. They're not Recruits, we're not DIs.
A major point must be brought out, “THIS IS NOT ABOUT RECRUITS OR DI'S! More importantly, this is about being Citizens of The United States of America.
I do it out of respect.
Win-win! I'm ready for Congress!
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Today is Memorial Day. As a veteran of the military many people have and will thank me for my service today. Ordinarily I would gratefully accept and tell them that it was my honor to serve, but not on this day. This day I cannot accept your thanks. This day is about Marc Cleyman, Gary Bunch, Ryan McGee, Martin Lugo and over 1.4 million other men and women who laid down their lives so that the people of this nation may be free. So yes, please go find a vet today, but instead of thanking them for their service, ask them to tell you stories of their fallen friends. That simple act will mean more today than any other thanks you might offer them.
My sister got mad at me (won't talk to me now) and an old family friend argued with me all day that he had to thank me (it was his duty) and I had to accept. <Shrugs>. I'll keep after it, cause a few people got it.