EDITOR:
As I sit here on the edge of Memorial weekend I can't help but reflect about the true meaning of the day.
I was lucky enough to have been raised by my parents who were what we have become to call "The Greatest Generation." That generation knew first hand about sacrifice. Most had served or knew of a loved one who had served in World War II. Most also had loved ones that had served in World War I. This generation did not take their freedom for granted. I grew up to love and be proud of my country. I was reminded on these special days about the sacrifices that are fellow countrymen had made as we visited the graves of our loved ones each Memorial Day. I knew that this was special even back then, and the flags that would adorn the veteran's section of the cemetery always moved me.
When I had my own children I made it a point to acknowledge those men and women who had defended our country. When in Southern California I went to the Seal Beach Naval Base ceremonies for the submariners, I always took my children who would wiggle in their seats during the speeches. But I hoped that someday they would understand the enormity of the day. Today, with my father, a veteran of WWII, I attend the ceremonies at Lone Mountain Cemetery in Carson City every Memorial Day, I am moved every time.
Today as a mother of a teenage son and two teenage daughters I understand even more those sacrifices the families of our armed services have made and continue to make everyday. As Americans we should stop and pause on this weekend to think of what has been done for us and what continues to be done by the young men and women who serve this country. Fly your flag, go to a service honoring them, or just remind your children how great this country of ours is and the sacrifices we have taken to get here.
Maureen Argon
Minden
