“Changing the date merely to create three-day weekends has undermined the very meaning of the day. No doubt, this has contributed greatly to the general public’s nonchalant observance of Memorial Day.”
— VFW 2002 Memorial Day address
Isn’t Memorial Day supposed to be a solemn day?
How’d it get to be a big weekend of wayyyy too much drinking at the lake or at the back yard barbecue?
How’d it come to be a weekend of huge savings at the sale you just don’t wanna miss?
How’d it get to be a time for a little flag waving with those little flags that we provide to the little kids?
How’d it get to be a marathon weekend of endless reruns of every awful, heavily sanitized and propagandized movie glorifying war that Hollywood ever cranked out?
How’d it get to be a day for a few big-bang and often controversial media events in Washington, like Sarah Palin rolling in on the “Rolling Thunder” tide?
How’d it get to be five minutes of remembrance, or a time for the preacher to give an obligatory mention in his or her Sunday sermon?
Could they have picked a better weekend to roll out The Hangover Part II?
There was a time when red poppies were worn on clothing in honor of the day.
It was an idea conceived by Moina Michael in 1915 after her reading of the famous poem “In Flanders Fields.”
Michael was also inspired to pen a poem of her own:
We cherish too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies
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