This Memorial Day, I remember my Papa- how much of his life he gave to the army, and yet how little he asked in return. Even at his funeral, he had requested no service- no soldiers paying tribute, shooting their guns, and honoring him. He stated they'd have better things to do. And while I still disagree, I respect him even more for his decision.
So many of my family members have been in the military- my Papa, my other grandfather, my step- dad, my uncle, my cousin- and I am grateful for the hard work, dedication, and sacrifice each of them has willingly payed.
This Memorial Day, I think about them, about the countless others I do not know, and I remember my Papa.