Today was a great opportunity for me to get my kids thinking about the holiday and what it means. I told them the story about how back in 1966 when my parents were searching for a name for their new baby boy, my dad chose to honor his best pal, Brian Medford, who was serving in Vietnam at the time. Brian was shot 8 times in the stomach and legs by a 10 year-old Vietnamese boy with a machine gun. Members of his platoon shot and killed the boy. Brian survived his injuries and returned home, needing to learn to walk again. I vivdly remember meeting him in 1973. He wore cowboy boots and walked with the aid of a cane. My father lost track of him a number of years ago. I think about him every Memorial Day. I hope I get to meet him again some day.
On a side note, my 6 year-old asked me why they have so many "sales" on memorial day. I have to admit, I was at a loss for a good answer.