And Does Anybody Really Care?
The party starts on May 25 this year
(2015). Hordes of Americans will head for the beaches and the
backyards armed with blankets and barbecue grills. There'll be hot
dogs and hamburgers aplenty, washed down with great quantities of
soft drinks and beer as the country celebrates the “unofficial
beginning of summer.”
"Happy Memorial Day" will be on the lips of the clueless. “Honor Our Veterans!” and
“Celebrate Memorial Day!” proclaim the ads placed by people who
just don't understand. “Sale! Sale! Sale!,” scream the ads placed
by people who just don't care as long as they can make a quick buck.
What has America done to Memorial Day?
And does anybody really care?
Let's get something straight right up
front: you don't ever “celebrate” Memorial Day. Do the idiots who
go about “celebrating” even realize what the word “memorial”
means? It means somebody died, you damn fools, and you never
“celebrate” that. You can commemorate it or you can honor it, but
you don't celebrate it. Unless you're the kind who wears paper hats
and brings party favors to memorial services and funerals.
Memorial Day started out as Decoration
Day. From www.usmemorialday.org:
Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of
remembrance for those who have died in service of the United States
of America. Over two dozen cities and towns claim to be the
birthplace of Memorial Day. While Waterloo N.Y. was officially
declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson
in May 1966, it’s difficult to prove conclusively the origins of
the day.
Regardless of the exact date or
location of its origins, one thing is clear – Memorial Day was
borne out of the Civil War and a desire to honor our dead. It was
officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national
commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No.
11. “The 30th of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of
strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades
who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and
whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village and hamlet
churchyard in the land,” he proclaimed. The date of Decoration Day,
as he called it, was chosen because it wasn’t the anniversary of
any particular battle.
On
another point, did you catch those key phrases on the description?
“A day of remembrance for those who have died in service
of the United States of America” and
“borne out of …... a desire to honor our dead,” and
“designated for the purpose of ….. decorating the
graves of comrades who died in defense of their country.” Died,
dead........it's not Veterans Day or Armed Forces Day, people. Those
are the days we set aside to honor our veterans and our servicemen
and women who are living. Memorial Day is for the dead; for those who
sacrificed all. Don't cheapen that sacrifice by trying to make
Memorial Day “inclusive.” My uncle survived landing at Normandy.
Another fought at Saipan. My son has been in the Air Force for more
than a decade. I honor them on the appropriate days, Veterans Day and
Armed Forces Day. Memorial Day I reserve for the young men from my
school days who did not return from Vietnam. For my uncles' buddies
whose bodies were left in the fields of Europe or on the sands of
some Pacific island. Or the guys of my son's generation dying in the
Middle East.
Even
wikipedia gets it, stating, “Veterans Day is not to be
confused with Memorial Day; Veterans Day celebrates the service of
all U.S. military veterans, while Memorial Day is a day of
remembering the men and women who died while serving.”
Celebrate, if you must, our living
veterans and service personnel on any or all of the other 364 days of
the year, but please set one day aside to commemorate the dead with
honor and dignity.
Honor and dignity.
“Come to my store and buy a boatload of crap you don't really need
in honor of our dead soldiers. It's the American way!” There's no
such thing as a “Happy” Memorial Day. Unless you're one of the
opportunistic merchants who uses a solemn day of remembrance to make
your cash registers ring. Bottom feeders like that are plenty happy,
I'm sure. Wonder if any of them would be interested in donating a
portion of their profits to a service organization, one that
decorates the graves of the fallen? They're making big bucks with
their gaudy, flag-waving, faux-patriotic advertisements. Wouldn't it
be fair to share a bit with the dead people helping to make them
rich? Personally, I won't patronize any establishment's “Memorial
Day Blowout” sale. It's disgusting.
Oh, I've got
another great idea! Instead of the beach, why don't you pack a picnic
lunch and head for a national cemetery? Wouldn't it be fun to slip on
your bikini or your speedo, spread a blanket, slather on some
sunscreen, and crack a couple of cold ones among the flags fluttering
over the graves of the people for whom Memorial Day is really
intended? It's their party, after all. Pitiful.
I can't quite
figure out whether it's more disgusting, pitiful, or just sad what
we've done to Memorial Day over the last hundred years or so. I guess
the real push over the edge came about around fifty years ago when
Congress in its omniscience decided to strip a number of our
traditional holidays of any of their significance by turning them all
into excuses for people to have three-day weekends. Washington and
Lincoln lost their individual birthdays, Columbus was stripped of his
unique day, and Memorial Day became the long, meaningless bacchanal
that kicked off the summer season. “Unofficially,” of course.
Somehow, Veterans Day survived the onslaught, remaining fixed at the
time-honored “eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh
month,” but Memorial Day got the shaft.
I
remember Memorial Day when I was a kid. Back before Congress screwed
it over. There was no school on that day, regardless of whether it
was a Monday or not. Every flag in town flew at half-staff and there
were ceremonies in all the cemeteries laying wreaths, flowers, and
flags on the graves of the war dead from the Civil War to Korea.
(Vietnam was still waiting in the wings.) We had a parade through the
middle of town that ended at the town park, where local officials
gathered at the bandshell for sometimes long-winded speeches about
sacrifice and bravery. And then a military band struck up the Sousa
tunes as the crowd reformed into families around the picnic tables.
Yes, there were picnics, but they happened as a result of
the day, not in place of
it. The dead were honored and commemorated first, then the
socializing began. I challenge you to walk up to any group
“celebrating” this May 25 and ask them if they had given any
thought at all to the people whose deaths allowed them to have their
party in peace and prosperity.
Did
you know that a “National Moment of Remembrance”
resolution was passed on December 28, 2000? S.3181, signed by
President Clinton, asks that at 3 p.m. local time on Memorial Day all
Americans voluntarily and informally observe in their own way a
moment of remembrance and respect, pausing from whatever they are
doing for a moment of silence or listening to “Taps.” The impetus
behind the resolution supposedly came from the responses of school
children who, when asked about the meaning of Memorial Day, replied,
“it's the day the pool opens.” So Congress appointed a commission
to promote the values of Memorial Day – the day they had so
thoroughly screwed up years before – and the resolution was the
result.
There is a movement afoot to restore
Memorial Day to its original date. You can find out more here:
http://www.usmemorialday.org/?page_id=45.
In the face of nearly fifty years of partying at the beach, though, I
don't know how much traction such a proposition would get.
I'm not saying you shouldn't have a
good time on Memorial Day. The men and women who died in service to
our country did not do so with the intention that you sit around and
mourn all day. That's not the point. But neither is it a day for
crass, greedy, commercialism or for thoughtless celebration. And
regardless of how popular the notion has become, it's not a day to
honor our veterans. If you are among those participating in such
inappropriate behaviors, please stop and give the day its due. And do
your best to help educate others as to the true meaning and
importance of a day that has unfortunately been co-opted for other
purposes.
The great orator Daniel Webster once
said, "Although no sculptured marble should rise to their
memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, yet will their
remembrance be as lasting as the land they honored." And
although not as powerful a figure as Webster, Lee Greenwood hit the
mark when he wrote, “I’m proud to be an American, where at least
I know I’m free. And I won’t forget the men who died, who gave
that right to me.”
May you have a meaningful Memorial Day.
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