
 
Furniture  sales, deep mattress discounts, red tag events at car dealerships, barbeques…all  Memorial Day festivities.  When was the last time you went to a parade?  A  cemetery?  A ceremony?  Many have wandered from the true meaning of the  day.
Memorial Day  has one purpose and one purpose alone:  to honor those who made the ultimate  sacrifice and gave their lives in the service of their country, specifically  those who perished at the hands of the enemy.   
As a young  child, my mother always taught me to stand up when the flag marched by at  parades.  At Gilbert Elementary, we said the Pledge of Allegiance, sang a  patriotic song, and prayed every day when school started.  I believe these  values and practices are what engrained in me the desire to serve this great  Nation.  Shortly after 9/11, I answered the call that had been in my heart many  years and enlisted in the US Marines.  I had a great career going with SWA and  didn’t want to give that up so I joined the reserves.  The one weekend a month,  two weeks a year requirement became a thing of the past with the onset of the  wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.  I have served two tours in Iraq—one in 2003 and  one in 2006.
During the  invasion of Iraq in 2003, I served in an infantry company that saw some of the  fiercest fighting of the war.  While our platoon was very blessed and lost no  one, our company sustained several losses.  I will never forget as long as I  live what it felt like to carry that zipped up black vinyl bag.  I remember  thinking how strange it was that the bag was so heavy.  That heavy weight tugs  at my memories some nights when I can’t sleep.  I will never forget the prayers  that were offered on behalf of the fallen men, and more importantly, their  families.  My heart aches for them. 
In 2004 in  Tucson, I was on a burial detail for a Marine who was killed in the line of duty  in Iraq.  There was a HUGE outpouring of love from the community and the number  of people that attended that solemn ceremony was in the thousands.  I remember  vividly his pregnant wife accepting the folded flag and the 21-gun salute that  startled everyone.  That sound echoes in my memory every time I see a  flag-draped casket.
There are  many who join, fewer that fight, and fewer yet who are taken from us in the line  of duty.  It is in their honor that we don’t work on Memorial Day.  It is in  their honor that we fly the flag at half mast until noon.  It is in their honor  that we observe the National Moment of Remembrance at 1500 local time wherever  we are. 
It is not a  day to thank Veterans; we have that one in November.  It is not a day to thank  families or living servicemen.  It is a day to honor those who fought and died  in the service of our Country. 
As General  George S. Patton, Jr. stated, “It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who  died.  Rather we should thank God that such men  lived.”  
What will you do on Monday? I know what I will do. I will remember.
*This was originallly posted on the Southwest Airlines employee web-site.
 
 
 
4 comments:
Jimbo thank you for your service to our country. I'm so thankful for men & women like you who bravely fight for the freedom I enjoy. Memorial Day has been a day my mother always made sure we respected and I'm so grateful I was raised that way.
Thanks so much for the post and thank you even more Jimbo for your service so that we all can enjoy the freedoms that we have!
Jimbo Thank you for your Service. and Thank you to All of are Service Men and Women that bravely fight each day for us to enjoy are freedom that you have went to WAR over. Thank you Soo Much.
Jeremiah G.
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