Sunday, May 26, 2013
The real American idols and heroes
On this Memorial Day weekend, 4,000 local scouts placed American Flags on the graves of veterans at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery near our house. Thanks to all who served.
We drove through at dusk. There were so many visitors remembering their loved ones. The tombstones looked like Dominoes. The thought of war makes me sick to my stomach and the loss of so many lives is absolutely heartwrenching.
This is only one small section of the cemetery. There are acres and acres of graves of men and women who served our country. My former husband was drafted during the Vietnam Conflict, but he was sent to Alaska. While not a war zone, the climate and wilderness were hostile, yet, nothing compared to those who were in combat.
Overcome by sadness, I spied a bit of happiness in the park on this glorious 80 degree evening.
This deer stood perfectly still and allowed me to photograph it.
Then we saw the herd grazing nearby and meandering across the roads and in and out of slow moving traffic. My dad used to refer to this holiday as Decoration Day, and every year he would pile us into the car and we'd drive a few hours to visit my grandparents' graves in an overgrown family plot at the edge of a farmer's field. I am feeling melancholy.