I had a compulsion to go to the cemetery on Memorial Day.
There is so much to remember.
I know no one who is buried here, but still I knew I was to step reverently.
After every war, we ask ourselves, "Was it worth it?" We should ask that question first.
Whether righteous or not, war has its brutal price.
We lose a brace of kinsmen.
Must we always go through the darkness to see the light?