Since Daddy fought in WWII he taught me something that most people do not understand today, as an American I have "rights" but those rights are only allowed to stay in place because others have been willing to fight and die to ensure MY FREEDOM. He taught me about patriotism, respect for the flag, national anthem and pledge of allegiance. He taught me what the words meant and not to just listen to those words but to FEEL what it is to be patriotic to our great nation. In our house if the National Anthem came on the TV you stopped whatever you were doing and listened and did not move until it was over, to do otherwise was unthinkable. To this day I can rarely listen to the National Anthem without tears coming to my eyes. Every morning at school when we say the Pledge of Allegiance I mean every word I am saying, much to the extent that when I see someone burning an American Flag I would like to go explain to them and have them understand what my daddy taught me and if they didn't get it...well I would just shoot them in the head and call it a day. Luckily my Super Ego is strong than my Id, at least on most days.
I have never went to my daddy's grave on Memorial day so I can pay my respects. Over the years I have shown my respect in a different way. Every time I saw someone who was in one way or another identified as a WWII veteran, I would walk up to them *okie remembers choking back tears most of the times* and thank them for ensuring my freedom. I let them know my father also served in that fateful war that still allows us to have our freedom to this day and that he taught me about what it means to be patriotic and love my country and those who served and fought for THE GREAT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
So with this little story I would like to tell all of you have a Happy Memorial Day and if you see a veteran of the Armed Services then tell them thank you for ensuring your freedom.