>Memories

>A long time ago, in a lifetime far, far away…














…these people got together on a Sunday morning, and cleaned a football stadium.

But that was then. Now, some of them are married. Some of them have kids, or more kids than they did back then. Some of them are on the ground in the middle of the desert. Some of them are lurking silently under the ocean. Some of them left school or left the military, some of them got kicked out. Some of them are living on a base somewhere. Some of them are on a ship somewhere in the Persian Gulf. Some of them are still living, and some of them gave their lives for this country.

And that one girl, third from the left in the front row, with the RUN sweatshirt on… she writes a horrible college hockey blog. And a few of those people in that picture mean the whole world to her.

Memorial Day isn’t a bank holiday, or a time-and-a-half day at work, or a time to go up to the cabin in your pickup truck and drink a sixer of Busch Lite. Please don’t forget what you’re really supposed to remember.