Memorial Day was always an important day in my parents home. My father always took time to remember the fallen. A WWII vet, he knew quite a few. Every year, he would march in the local parade or be a part of the Veterans Honor Guard. Pretty much right up to the time of his death.

This is not an issue of the politics or morality of war. Those discussions are for other times and places.

This is not a great picture of my father George J. Allen, but it is one of the ways he would want to be remembered. He and his buddies did, eventually, love to ride in those great antique cars.

Today is about honoring those who have served, especially those who made the ultimate sacrifice for us all.

Thank-you.