More men than I can recall sitting here. All dead. Uncles, father, Brothers, Marines, Army, Navy, Air Force, of all of the nations of the world that have died for what they believed.

I usually put on my uniform and go to the local cemetary with the Air Force detachment from the base where I work. Or with the Marine Corps League to place a wreath.

Then to the VFW hall for a lunch and to buy the veterans a round for their service.

And I remember the veterans on this board. The ones who struggle with their war and how they have managed to integrate it into a space that really does not care much about what they did nor why they did it. But instead has to throw a political piece into their remembrances and then snivel about the politicians that do it.

It's not about politics or right or wrong. It's about remembering the folks who died for their beliefs.

Just my .01 on the subject.

Steve