Here is a letter my father wrote about Memorial Day and those who died serving this great country.
My dad served and never forgot those many heroes.
His name: George V. Hill, Sr.
He died in 2007 just seven months after he wrote this.
Here is his letter ...
Today we celebrate Memorial Day, formerly known as Decoration Day.
To my mind, this is not a day of celebration, but a day of solemn
remembrances of those who made the supreme sacrifice in the name of
It seems to me that Memorial Day has lost much of its meaning while
we talk about department store shopping sprees, visits to the mall,
and outdoor picnics, all of course fitting and proper for any Saturday
afternoon day of fun, but not for Memorial Day.
Memorial Day is a day to hang out our flag, and to hear speeches
honoring our brave soldiers from all wars from Valley Forge to
Gettysburg to D-Day and Corregidor, Korea and the Middle East.
True Americans have always answered the call of duty, and as they say,
we fight for mom, the flag, and apple pie.
In other words, for freedom and a way of life we all cherish and love.
I think of the brave airmen who flew the war torn skies over Europe in
their mighty bombers, risking all to keep America free, many of them
never returning, some under crosses in far away lands.
If these and other brave men and women who fought could speak from
their graves, they might say to us today: "Enjoy the day, but please
remember us; after all, it truly is our day."
George V. Hill, Sr.