A Morning in Iowa
The scene played out in literally hundreds of smaller towns and cities in Iowa yesterday, Memorial Day.
The American Legion honor guard marched in a line with the American flag prominently in the center. They were followed by the local high school band, or as many members as could be gathered since seniors have graduated and school is out of session. They made their way into the cemetery, where close to a hundred people were waiting—roughly 20 percent of the town. Some were in lawn chairs, others on blankets, still others standing in the rear. They ranged from the youngest, wearing t-shirts with flags printed on them, to the more senior, who might not be as spry as they once were but were not about to miss the annual chance to honor those who died far too young to give us this day.
The national anthem played, and veterans read the names of those who served and are now at rest in the cemetery. A wreath was laid at the foot of a monument, standing tall in tribute to those who sacrificed. A few words were said, then rifles fired and “taps” was played.
In one respect, very simple. In another, so powerful.
Because without these traditions, without these markers, we lose our foundation…we lose what made us the greatest nation God ever blessed. Regardless of how long the ceremony lasted, or how many or how few attended, there must always be time in our supposedly busy lives to pause and honor those who died so that we may be free.
As for me, there was still plenty of time after attending such a ceremony to do yard work while dodging rain drops, eat things I probably shouldn’t have, work on the computer, and enjoy a long nap. But no plans we may have had for a “day off” like yesterday were as important as gathering to remember why we had the day. Those gatherings are what make us unique, and what give us inspiration and strength.
So the next time there is such a gathering on a holiday…make plans to attend. It will mean more to you than you might think.
