Memorial Day

Memorial Day (in case you haven’t noticed, I’m about three days behind in my topics. Oh well, it’s close-to-current events.): You know, I never really thought much about this holiday. My family never really did anything, and it was usually just another holiday like Labor Day. Just a Monday off. Shut up and don’t complain.

But I was talking with my dad this past weekend and I learned some things about my grandpa I never knew before. I knew he was in the Marines during World War II and had fought at Iwo Jima. Somewhere I think I have a Marines pin he gave me when I was little after he noticed the faded Marines symbol on my army surplus hat. My dad stowed it away somewhere for safe keeping. I also knew he was in California when they dropped the atomic bomb, waiting to be shipped out as part of an invasion force.

What I didn’t know was that he joined the Marines shortly after Pearl Harbor, much like every other young American. I also didn’t know that he met my grandmother (who died before I was born) through a friend in the service. The friend introduced my grandma and grandpa and they began writing back and forth. Apparently one thing lead to another and they got married.

My dad made the comment that if it wasn’t for Pearl Harbor we wouldn’t be here. A tragedy and desperate measures brought two people together that would one day be my grandparents. Interesting that we later credit another tragedy, the dropping of the atomic bomb, for saving my grandpa and allowing for my existence. Tragedy both saves and destroys life, in more ways than you can know.

It all makes Memorial Day a little more interesting.

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