Remember…
Every normal day now has special meanings different from just a year ago. I am always looking back a year and thinking about what I was doing or where Scott was then. Scott’s death, brought a sea-change in the way I experience any particular day. I now view my life through this backward viewing lens, I have to. This weekend is Memorial Day Weekend and everywhere there are Harley riders gathering here in Washington for the 21st Annual Rolling Thunder ride. It is truly an amazing thing to see and hear. The other evening on our way to an art reception, Marti and I were stopped at a light next to three Patriot Guard riders. We rolled down our window to tell them they had escorted our son to Arlington. In the grumble of the bikes, the words got lost, but our meaning was clear and they gave us a “Thumbs Up” and rode on.
I think this new connection to others is a gift. It has come to us out of what happened over the last year. Marti and I have bumper stickers on our cars from the days when Scott was first deployed. They tell that our son is in Iraq, that he came home and went back again, that he is Infantry, that we despise those men who sent him there, and now, that he was killed there. We have “Gold Star Family” license plates, specially issued by Maryland only to families of those who are fallen. It is odd in a way, but I feel a fierce and special pride in being a Gold Star Family. I think Marti and Kevin do too. We want others to not forget what is given to us as a nation by these brave men and women and what the cost of war really is. We are constantly approached by strangers who are sensitive about speaking but they want to express their sympathy and their gratitude for Scott’s sacrifice. There are smiles, handshakes, hugs and tears. Often we just get to talking and sharing with these new friends about our kids and lives in ways that would never ever have happened otherwise. Always a punctual person, I am now sometimes late to where I am going because I take this time to share. It is a connection that for all the terrible sadness of its cause is still, somehow, a wonderful thing to feel.
I think the openness of this sharing stems, in part, from the terrible way the Vietnam Vets were treated by some upon their return from that war. As a people we learned that it was not the men and women who were monsters, but the leaders who sent them there. Since then we as a nation have learned to “Hate the war but love the soldier”. Rolling Thunder, Harley Davidson bikes and American flag do-rags have become a symbol of that. A very American symbol.
Remember today those who went for you and did not return. Remember today, those who went for you and did return. Remember today to thank them.
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