When I was a kid, the coming of Memorial Day meant so much more than it does now. It heralded the coming of summer: lazy days, road trips, swimming pools and sunburns. My brain could begin to unclench. Soon, I would sleep in longer, think less, and enjoy more. The anticipation of that heaven was almost as good as days themselves.
Now it mostly means a chance to catch up on chores and bills, spend time with friends, slap on some sunscreen and get outside for a change. But, primarily, it means a three-day weekend. And beer. Definitely beer.
But as our country’s long and ruinous wars soldier on, I’ve decided to change my focus for this Memorial Day. Instead of just focusing on the men and women who fought and died for the United States, I’m instead choosing to focus on all those who perished due to war.