On Memorial Day I usually think of my father, my uncles, as well as the fathers and uncles of my childhood friends. The men of world war 2. These men are all dead now.
My friends and I think more of their war than ours, and honor thier generation more than ours. Maybe you need the distance to see clearly or at least the distance not to have a memory make you bleed.
Joel Mabus, Touch a Name On The Wall
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