As I get older, I realize that I forget some things; some things become hazy and less important. Then I look at a calendar that has a note for that day in history. This jogs my fading memory. I see a note for June 6, "D-Day 1944."
A flash. I remember old friends and relatives, a B-17 pilot, a B-24 navigator, a Navy fighter pilot, a soldier at Bastogne, a sailor slipping on a deck slick with blood and then Omaha Beach, and the most vivid of all, the cemetery with row after row of white crosses. Chilling thoughts; a time to stop for a few moments and think about those who gave so much, so long ago, for so many people and received so little. Many gave all.
Is it too much to ask that we stop texting, remove our cell phones from our ears and turn down the volume on the rap music for a few minutes? Do this to honor and show respect for those who have given so much so that we might sit and text and talk on our cell phones without fear of communicating and being spied upon. Let us not lose these freedoms by being complacent.