I’m spending another Memorial Day a few hundred miles away from my hometown, away from relatives and the burial place of my father, John Miller.

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US Navy 040526-N-0295M-035 National World War II Memorial located on the National Mall in Washington, D.C (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dad didn’t die in a war, he died while working to support his family.  But Dad served in World War II, which is noted on his headstone.  Every Memorial Day, a small American flag has flown at his grave in central Idaho.  Every time that I’ve been able to be at the cemetery where his body rests and “Taps” has been played, I think of him.

I’m thinking of him today, hundreds of miles away.

I’m not just thinking of him, though.  I’m thinking of all the other men and women who’ve served, fought, and died in service to their country, giving the ultimate sacrifice, paying the highest possible price.

We would all do well to honor that sacrifice, by doing our part to make this the best nation it can possibly be, which includes working out our differences and respecting our freedoms.  Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are things worth treasuring.

Thanks to all those who’ve paid that ultimate price for those things.


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