When I was growing up Memorial Day was always a big event. As a Cub Scout, I was always part of the color guard for the ceremony at the local cemetery. I remember my whole family going to breakfast before hand at Wendy’s. I remember the rain. And I remember the ceremony… The lone bugler, the 21 gun salute, the honor guard, and my friends and I as kids holding the flags.
Remember those that have served and those that will.