Observing Memorial Day

I’ve never known quite what to make of memorial day celebrations, but I try not to take things too literally. I fail, but I try. Some people went to parades, or even tea parties. Maybe some somberly went to cemetaries, and hopefully everyone at least thought of the sacrifice that freedom requires, and was thankful for those who did make that ultimate sacrifice.

For most of the day, however, I simply fought long dormant crises-in-waiting that chose this day to wreck havoc. As it was, I ended up spending my day struggling to maintain civilization in my corner of this spinning orb we inhabit.

I did, however, manage to memorialize  those brave souls preceeding me in an act of which I know they would approve. I flew no flag, attended no parade, but I did a small thing that all of them did too.

Today I began the process of learning how to use my very own rifle. And for me, it certainly will be just that: a process, as it’s neither something to which I am especially inclined nor something I had any contact with growing up. But I am very thankful to have a guide, and look forward to ensuring that future generations experience the same freedoms we enjoy today.