Memorial Day

Memorial Day isn't a very personal day for us. While our families have had men serving in wars from WW-I through Vietnam, and some friends who served in more recent ones, all safely returned home -- for which we are grateful. (I turned 18 just as the draft was discontinued.)

To keep the day from being abstract I must put pictures of strangers in front of me and exercise my imagination: what if that were me, or my son?

I hope some such image as this is on the President's office wall. All too often there's no choice but war, but I pray that we never go into war just because some politician feels insulted. Nor fail to when we ought just because some politician fears not getting reelected. There's a truly bloody price for mistakes--the price for success is already high enough.