Postby sarge » Mon May 25, 2015 3:27 pm
I'm going to tell a story to make a point.
At 0515 this very Memorial Day, I lost an old friend.
George was a long-time O Scaler and more than just a member of our round-robin O Scalers club. He was a classically trained concert pianist, and played for his church as well as for just pure pleasure. We shared a love of music as well as a love of railroading, travelled together to meets, meetings, train-watching spots. We also shared a profession, for he was a mechanical engineer of more than just average ability. He had "the feel", and those of you who are engineers will know what that means and how rare that is.
Before that, though, he also shared my other profession. Many wouldn't guess in talking with this gentle soul, but he was a paratrooper. George was a grad of the "Benning School for Boys". He served in the 187th Airborne Brigade during Korea as a young infantry platoon leader and a company commander. At one point in his career he was the operations officer at the Airborne School in Fort Benning. Some of his offspring have followed in his footsteps of service, a son a General officer at NATO, a grandson last I heard was a Major in the Cavalry, both West Pointers I believe. To pick Memorial Day of all days to fold his tent was merely an appropriate choice at the end of what was a class act.
Needless to say, I'm not good company today, but I'm reminded of something of which we all should be reminded. Memorial Day has somehow become a second Veterans Day, complete with the artificial "Thanks for Your service" banality which has become fashionable to be uttered with all the sincerity of "Have a nice day". I stay indoors on Memorial Day and Veterans Day both, and I shouldn't.
Memorial Day has been somewhat confused and perverted. It isn't about those of us who "served" but about a country's thanks to those who have passed. The bikers have just now (and most timely to this thought) ridden by the house with their flags on their Harleys. They, like most anymore, don't get the difference between these two days, and they'll be back again in November, bless'm.
Let your mind drift back a little. Remember the parade through town to the cemetery, the color guard and firing party from the local Legion and VFW? How about putting your flag up in the morning to half-mast, then at noon raising it to full height? The morning was to reflect and remember those who precede us to Fiddler's Green, hence the name.
Today isn't about us and "thank you for your service"; that comes in November. It's about the Empty Chair and a Grateful Nation. This day belongs to them, the average citizen as he or she remembers (or is at least reminded of) those who gave of themselves for them. We really could stand to re-learn that difference and pass it on to our ignorant offspring so they can make this day what it was intended again.
So here's to you, George, and to all our Absent Friends, not from "Sarge" but from just another citizen.