This past weekend, I went down to the Jersey Shore for the holiday. I spent the long four day weekend in the wonderful town of Wildwood. While most of my weekend was spent far from thinking about the the true meaning of the holiday, I was able to look back on the weekend and realize what Memorial Day is really about.
As I sat on the beach during the day, I began thinking about the privileges I have and I got them. Now I'm not by any means a history buff but the one thing I did think about was the storming of the beaches at Normandy. As I sat on the beach so peacefully with no worries, I thought about all those soldiers, on both sides of the battle, they were on the beach that die dying for the freedom of others. The pure fact the I have the ability to go to the beach was given to me by others and for that I am very grateful. I am grateful that others were willing to go and fight for my freedom and were willing to lay down their lives. I now look at Memorial Day in a different light. In the past, I always knew Memorial Day as the start of the summer at the shore season. This weekend has always been to kick off weekend for summer enjoyment and now I realize the true meaning of the holiday: it is a day for us to remember all those men and women who have served our country faithfully and given themselves up for the happiness of others.
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