BBQ Day, 28 May 2012
I have a flagpole in my yard. Usually there are three flags on it. The flag of my country, my USMC unit banner, and the black flag for all the troops that simply disappeared. And continue to.
Not today. Today the flag of my country is at half mast, the black flag is next and my unit banner last. This is a day to alter our perspective. A day to pause from whatever we so passionately pursue in our tiny lives and give a moment's silence. Lift a glass to absent friends.
The house is full of old men. Most of them have their colors on. All of them have their memories.
From the first toast to the last, the talk was quiet. We'd all been there. No drama was required.
And then the service broke. The old men went wet-eyed back to their families. It is, after all, a holiday.
I cooked ribs.