Memorial Day is my father's day and every Memorial Day I write about him. As his gravestone lies in the LaPorte City, Iowa cemetery I think of all the sacrifices he made for me to live the life I am living.
For this was the town I grew up in and I know many people who lie here now -
lots of them put on a uniform and served our country.
I love seeing that flag all over the place and many times tears begin to flow, for lots of memories and stories and books I have read often mentioning the life my father led during WWII. The horrors he experienced in a German prison camp.
This flag should be treasured by all who live in this country, giving every single day of themselves for the freedoms we share. I will never forget what Memorial Day means to me and my family.