Memorial Day

As a veteran of the most meager credentials imaginable, think Michael Dukakis here, I have a special appreciation for those who have died in service to our nation. The Medal of Honor recipient posthumously decorated, the replacement soldier killed in his first action, the negro soldier who died fighting for the Union and his own freedom. Where would we be without their sacrifice?
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
Is this a lie? Some would have us believe so. On Memorial Day I think it's only fitting to remember the men and women who have given their lives in service to our country. It's fitting to think of the orphaned child, widow and bereaved parent who may be comforted or feel mocked by that old Latin phrase. War is always a horrible thing. But somethings are worth fighting for. Our society, at it's best, is worth fighting and dying for and those of us removed from the battlefield owe it to those engaged in the actual fighting to ensure the promise of America is kept. We are far from perfect but we are the world's last best hope.