While the purpose of Memorial Day is to remember people who died while serving in the military, I do not know anyone personally who has actually done that.
So, I would like to remember everyone who has ever served in the military -- past, present, or future. However, it's impossible to "remember" people that I have never even met; so my main focus would be to remember my relatives and friends who have served or are serving in any branch of the military.
Thank you, to every soldier -- past, present, future -- Marine, Army, Navy, Air Force, and Coast Guard.
I noticed this and decided I wanted to answer it. I remember my grandfather Norman and uncle Harold who served in WWII. My squads, both those in the 304th and the 208th Signal Companies. Mostly Wiggins, Hull, Bumgardner, Aguliar, Hoss, Falls, Cox, Franco, Hunt (hopefully dead), Tully, Frost, Wagner, Soba, Miller, Nast, and Subic. Some men, some women, all soliders. One at least I know is dead, one was injuryed to the point that dead would be better, really. Several are on their second or third tour in Iraq or Afganistain. One is touring the US as a poster soldier for recruiting.
May Subic have figured out checkbooks. May Tully have found himself a guy that loves him back. May Hull burn in hell for being a bastard. May Falls still have a brain in his head. May Miller have grown up and figured out how much her actions can hurt other people. May none of them die for something pointless. Above all, may none of them ever be spat upon or called a baby killer or pulled out in front of their Company and called names in front of everyone. They protect because something within them said duty, lolaty, being part of something greater than themselves was what they needed to do. It was what I needed to do. Though I never fired a shot outside of a firing range, I too became a soldier. I ran five miles on a broken toe so that my squad would get their priviliages on time instead of dropping out and them having to wait another month. I have been spat upon (Seattle Airport in 2000) and called names (Alanta Airport 2000; in front of 208th Sig Co in 2002). I sat in a cold parking lot in South Korea and listened to the respone to 9/11 and felt helpless because I couldn't do anything more than let my squad borrow my cell phone to call home and tell their famlies that we were okay (mine was the only phone getting calls out). And I would do it all again if it meant the chance to serve and protect my country and my people (all of it, including the bad parts and then injury, because serving meant something very big to me that no one not in the above list that I know understands).
I don't care if you agree with the current reasons for war or not. I care that you remember the names have people attached and those people are real, as real as you or your family. They have dreams, family, hopes, feelings. They hurt when a member of their team is lost. They hurt when they have to kill. They hurt when their country scrons them. They remember as I remember. Respect them for they deserve it more than most.