Memorial Day has been special for me in many ways. When I was very young (a long time ago.), it was frequently called Decoration Day, and I grasped the importance of recognizing and honoring veterans. The holiday was at that point celebrated each year on on May 30th, which happens to be my birthday. So at that point, it was a good time to celebrate. 

As we grow older, things happen and perspectives change. On May 30, 1968, I arrived in Vietnam on a tour of duty for the US Navy. It was my 21st birthday, and my understanding of the reasons for the day and the parades deepened. (That's the short version...) I've since tried to attend the parades each year, wherever I was, or at least honor the spirit of the day. 

When I go to a parade, there is the music, the marching units, fire trucks, and shiny cars. But I tune into those watching the event and watch their reactions. 

Each parade feels more and more like a welcome home. 

Thanks to all those who serve(d), and to those who support them.