City holds Memorial Day service.
I’ve always remembered the picture of Uncle Lester that hung on my grandmother’s living room wall. He was wearing his Army uniform, his cap at a cocky angle, with the confident grin you often see in photos from the 1940s. My dad and his three brothers fought in World War II, and all came back home, except Cpl. Lester, who died in a plane crash in the Caribbean Sea.
Through the post-war years, the brothers built houses in the suburbs, raised families and enjoyed the peace and prosperity they fought for. When the families gathered at Grandmother’s house, Uncle Lester was there only in memory.
At the Ormond Beach Memorial Day Service, I watched as people dropped carnations beside the eternal flame. I saw the faraway look in their eyes as they remembered someone who didn’t come back home.
It’s their day … the ones left behind. The color guards, prayers, speeches and flyovers help us honor them, as we enjoy the freedom they helped preserve.