We are a military family. We always have been. We always will be. No matter what happens. It is something of which we are very proud.
Keith was buried at Quantico, the Crossroads of the Marine Corps, as per his will. Each Memorial Day, you can find us there.
It is a good day for remembering.
We remember Keith: his quirky smile, his annoyed face (the “ferp” face), his infectious laugh.
We also remember bigger things: that freedom isn’t free, that men and women are in harm’s way even as we barbeque, that others carry burdens as big as ours.
It is a day for the waterproof mascara.
I wish you could see Quantico National Cemetery today. Four-hundred-plus next-of-kin flags grace the drives, waving proudly, bravely, majestically. It is a day of pageantry there as we listen to the Marine Corps Band, and Taps and a three-round volley play a tattoo in the hearts of all present. It is worth every tear.
As we sing God Bless America, I can really see it and know it in my heart. A little, upstart group of colonists, under-trained and under-prepared, beats the great military power of the day. It is a story with blessings of Biblical proportions.
God has blessed America.
I pray that we will always remember that and act accordingly.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. — Galatians 5:1