It's way to easy to forget.
From Valley Forge to Falugia.
There's a rather distant relative who was in the Army Air Corps in WWII.
He volunteered to go to war to protect his country and family. He volunteered for the Air Corps, when he could have probably never seen combat.
One bright sunny Pacific day he and his bomber and crew went on a mission and just disappeared.
They was no distress Mayday, not one saw anything, they were just.....gone. Faded away into the West like too many.
There was nothing left but grieving family, a telegram, a star in the window, a Purple Heart, and a the agony of not knowing.
Now, most of those who actually knew him are gone too, and he's nothing but a fading memory, a few letters, and some documents and pictures.
He's still out there somewhere, still young like in the surviving photos he left behind.
Even on THEIR DAY, few of us take even a moment to remember them.
We don't have to have known them, or even know their names, but we should remember them.
They didn't GIVE their lives for us, they made the enemy TAKE their lives.
They should at least be honored for that.