what memorial day really means
when i was but a wee lad, i was in the national guard, and we used to do the local military funerals. even then, at seventeen, there was something about the experience that moved me. we fired a pretty ragged volley, and our bugler played a trumpet, and missed a note occasionally, but i thought it was grand. i have learned to appreciate the efforts of these people even more as the years go by. unlike today's honor guards, we were burying veterans of the spanish american war, the malay uprising, and the first world war. i am, today, honored to have been able to do that.
Stoicism is nothing to get excited about....