Like the rest of you, I feel a since of loss and grief when we hear of the deaths of these young people, most of them in their very early twenties.
Today I am filled with sorrow and anger. The obscene war in Iraq hasn't made me feel one bit safer and the pall of sorrow the tragic deaths of our youth has created, gets harder and harder to bear.
Maybe on this Memorial Day, the president and his enablers will pause to reflect on the personal tragedies their deceitful behavior has wrought and maybe, just maybe, the pangs of remorse will alter their course.
I'm not holding my breath.
The visit to the cemetery was memorable. Hundreds of small flags flew beside graves and nearly all the burial places were marked by flowers put there by loved ones who still remember. Most heartening were the crowds of young and old everwhere in the cemetery. As we left, my wife, drying her tears with a Kleenex, aptly reflected, "All hearts are same color."
We are all Americans and on this day of rememberance, I'm especially proud to be one.