What a Beautiful Memorial Day

It's a bit breezy, but the sun is out and it's a warm day. It's a good day to reflect on those who gave their lives for our country and all it stands for.

I had an uncle who was killed in WWII. His name was Freddie. He was my mother's brother. I never knew him, but I do know that he was killed at Totowa, I think that's the way it's spelled, in the Pacific. He was only 21. He was also a Marine.

He's the only one I knew of from the family who died in any war. I know that several were veterans. Dave is a veteran.

Do you remember the POW bracelets we all wore during the Vietnam war? I had one and still remember the name. It was Capt. Frederick Wozniak. He never made it home. As far as I know, he was never found. My heart goes out to his family and others like it who never knew what happened to their loved ones.

Vietnam was a shameful time for the way this country treated our returning soldiers. May none of our returning soldiers now and in the future ever be treated with such disrespect again.

Let us all remember those who have fallen and now serving with gratitude and pride. And may we all, whenever we see a soldier, thank him or her for their service. After all, they are choosing to do so, to serve our country and to protect everything we hold dear. Freedom does not come free and our soldiers who have passed and those who are living, deserve our respect, no matter how you feel about the war they may be serving in. May God Bless America.