Memorial Day is a day to remember the dead. Families visit graves and memorials, stories are shared to the younger generations about relatives who gave their lives serving our country. I remember Phil Robinson. I remember watching my father’s hand freeze when he found Phil’s name. And I remember how, when I was dropped by a drill sergeant in basic for smoking on the company street, my friend dropped right along with me. She didn’t have to do that, especially given how hot the asphalt was, but she did it anyway, as a sign of support and camaraderie. - Its Officially Erin Nanasi
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 12:40:58 +0000