Memorial Day Weekend 2010

I must admit, Memorial Day weekend is always a bit of a tough one for me.  It's hard for me to say things like "Happy Memorial Day," or the like because let's just face it...what's "happy" about remembering people who made the ultimate sacrifice so that I can say what I want and heck, even write this blog.  That said, I do believe that we each need to take at least a moment (or several) to remember those who have made that ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms, and those who have served our country and continue to do so on a daily basis, in countries (and stateside) far away from their families, friends and loved ones.
My family has a long history of military service.  My grandfather Striegler was a Colonel in the Airforce, my grandfather Gee was in the Navy, but was discharged prior to actually serving much due to health problems.  My father served during Viet Nam, yes, he signed up...went willingly, NOT through the draft.  He earned several awards, including a Purple Heart, and I believe a couple of Bronze Stars.  My uncle, (dad's father) served stateside during Viet Nam.  I actually have relatives who have served going back to the Revolutionary War.  I have an amazing cousin, Ann and her husband who served in the Air Force for three years over in Okinawa.  Ann is an M.D. and worked as such over there and her husband, Brian was a fight navigator (I believe).  That's just my family.
Then there are those whom I call my friends...Greg who has served six tours between Iraq and Afghanistan...more.  Eddie who is currently deployed to Iraq.  Marilyn who served in Afghanistan to name a few.  I am proud to call them my friends and colleagues, and I don't think they will ever know the gratitude I have for allowing me to be free.

I think my point here is that yes, it's nice to have the extra day off, but please remember those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice so that you can be out there on the lake, grilling with your family, and just be FREE.  Something my father (well, all three of my parents taught me) is that freedom is not free.  Sometimes I wonder why God chose me to live in this great nation.  There is so much suffering around the world.  How did I get so lucky to be born an American?  If you are an American, born or naturalize...think about it.