As many Americans enjoy a day off today in observance of Memorial Day, I'd like to reflect upon what this holiday is all about. As America moves further and further away from the truth of our existence as a nation, the foundation on which we were built crumbles. As our nation morally deteriorates, I am saddened by thoughts of the many lives sacrificed throughout our history to make us the greatest nation on earth. I sometimes feel, as though, our nation has forsaken them.
I would like to pay my respects to all of the men and women that gave their lives so that we could have our freedoms and comfortable lifestyles. Their selfless acts of courage and hope for the future of our nation rest upon each of our shoulders. We must never forget the love, pride, and devotion that these brave Americans had for our country as she grew from infancy. May God bless us all with that type of strength and loyalty once again so that we can pull our nation from its slow and steady decline.
My father and his two oldest brothers served during WWII. My father was sent to the Pacific Theater to engage the Japanese and his brothers were sent to Europe to engage the Germans. For my Memorial Day post, I would personally like to honor the one that didn't get to come home. PFC Paul C. Cottrill, 23rd Infantry Regiment, 2nd Infantry Division, died shortly after the invasion of Normandy(D-Day) and is buried at the Brittany American Cemetery in St. James, France(top picture) at Plot H Row 3 Grave 1. He was awarded the Purple Heart.