Whew! It’s over. Aren’t you glad Memorial Day comes only once a year? I mean, if we had to be reminded of our military every day we’d all go nuts.
Aren’t you glad you don’t have to look at body bags and grave markers. Aren’t you glad you don’t have to stare back at empty eyes? We ought to be glad we can go back to more important things and be free of the distraction from a bunch of whining and complaining people limping around on prosthetic legs or cluttering up veterans hospitals that we pay for.
Why can’t they just get a life? Why can’t more of them just die so that we can be rid of them.
World War II was very efficient. In that war one of every two soldiers wounded died. The present war yields 16 wounded for every one killed. What a burden on hard-working taxpayers.
Yes, we ought to be thankful that our government, in its great wisdom, has chosen to limit recognition of those people to just one barely endurable day each year.
Now that it’s over we can return to pleasant thoughts and our own happiness. Perhaps our great leaders will eliminate Memorial Day completely so that we don’t have to be reminded of our dead and dying at all.
But I can’t. I can’t forget the blood, the sound, the smell and the sights of war. I can’t stop the dreams, the depression, the tears or the pain. I can’t forget, although I cannot remember all the names of those who died. I simply cannot forget. Would to God nobody else can either.
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