They call to you this
weekend. From Flanders Field, from Normandy, Khe San, Gettysburg, Concord and
Lexington, the Chosin Reservoir, from the hull of the Arizona, and from all the
hundreds of thousands of resting places marked and unmarked they call to you.
The call to you from the depths of the Pacific and the jungle of Asia, from the
deserts of the American Southwest, from the fields and cities of Europe, from
Cuba, from around the world they call you with a request this weekend. Remember
me.
Remember who I was and
the hopes and dreams I willingly laid upon the altar of the great American
experiment. Remember that like you I was once flesh and blood and I gave that
up to secure a portion of the American Dream and secure essential liberties at
home and even for people around the world. You may not have agreed with
the rational for some of the conflicts we have ensnared ourselves in over the
centuries and I am not even sure I fully understood it. But our nation called
and I answered. Liberty carries a price tag and I paid it for you. Remember me.
War is an idiotic human
endeavor and I wish we never had to go engage in such a wasteful exercise. But
at times throughout history it has been necessary for good men to take up arms
to secure our freedom from tyranny and defends ourselves against expressions of
pure evil and hatred. When such times have arisen I have taken arms and defended
the freedom and liberty in which I believed and for which all humanity years.
Remember me.
Do not remember me with
tears and sadness. Pray solemnly and shed tears if you must but that it is not
my preference. Remember me in a violent celebration of all that is America.
Take your families to the seashore and frolic as man has done since we
merged from the sea. Go out on your boats and go as fast as you
can over the waves with the winds of a free land and a free people blowing back
your hair. Fire up your grill and invite the neighbors up for food, drink and
laughter. This is why I laid down my life. Not so you would cry for me but so
you could enjoy your life and your family, your loved ones and friends.
Remember me in the laughter and joy of being alive.
Hear me in the sound of
loud music coming from a dock bar. Hear me in the growling of a stock car
engine taking a green flag or the whine of an Indy car hitting 200 mph on the
backstretch. Hear me in the laughter of a child skipping in the surf or running
through the sprinkler in the back yard. Hear me in the chatter of friends
around a BBQ pit. Hear me in the swell of an orchestral pop concert on a wide
meadow as the sun settles over the land. In all the joyous raucous noises of
being alive, hear me and remember me.
See me in the flag
unwinding in the breeze. See me on the baseball diamond, the soccer pitch, the
basketball court. See me at the bar with my friends raining a glass to good
times gone by and still to come. See me in the smile of your wife, your
girlfriend or male equivalent thereof. See me in the hammock beneath the tree
taking a slow summer nap. See me in all the moments and times that make life
special. See me and remember me.
Remember me best in
living well. Think of me when you are passing around the steaks and steamed
crabs. Remember me as you sip the cold gin and tonic in a sweaty solo cup under
a shade tree. Think of me in the fisszt of a beer bottle opening, the fizzing
of soda pop in a glass, the shaking of a martini, the pop of a cork, and the
tinkle of ice. Remember me in the sounds of the party of life.
I do not want you to
remember me in solemn sweaty ceremonies and pompous parades of politicians. You
do not need to go to the cemetery to remember me for I am not there. I am at the
beach, the ballgame and in the backyard. I am at the lake, on the boat and
fishing on the riverbank. Do not remember me simply because I died. Forgetting
to duck or being ordered to charge impregnable positions is a crappy legacy if
you ask me. Remember me because I lived and I died protecting your right and
ability to live and experience all the joys and madness that is life.
I am not merely a dead
soldier who died in the service of his country. I am all the things that were
made possible by freedom gained and protected. I am Mark Twain, William
Faulkner and Hunter Thompson and all the words written by the geniuses spawned
in America. I am the music spawned among a free and talented people. I am
Robert Johnson, Miles Davis, Liberace and Ted Nugent. I’m all the great
scientists and inventors that have graced this land. I am Edison, I am Feynman
and I am Ford. I am all the great athletes born in the towns and cities of this
nation. I am Mantle. I am Unitas. I am Jesse Owens and Jim Thorpe. I am every
greatness achieved by this nation born in a sea of blood and protected by
rivers of it over centuries. Do not mourn me for time has past for
that, but remember me.
Remember me for I am
also the future of this great nation I died to build. Remember me as you live,
as you build as you work and as your create. Remember me as you protect my
legacy from the charlatans , thieves and idiots who make up our political
class. Remember me when you refuse to cede personal liberties I died for to
those who have good intentions and bad ideas. Remember me when you take chances
and reach for your dreams and ideal. Remember me when you refuse to participate
in limiting freedom or opportunity based on skin color, sexual preference or
genital make up. Remember me when you dream, when you achieve and when you
celebrate. These are things for which I died and for which I would be
remembered.
My voice calls to you
today. Life, love, laugh, dream, build and achieve. Do this in remembrance of me.
Happy Memorial Day.
Remember me.
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