Memorial Day Weekend 2010, Oahu, HI

i more or less feel the same way I did in 2010. I wrote this for my college newspaper, so I bit my tongue a little. enjoy your bbq and beer but please remember that kids are still dying in a war most Americans forgot about a long time ago. or killing themselves by the dozens daily if they make it home. Don’t give the government a pass because they tell you it’s for your own good. it’s not. unless of course, you happen to be invested in the right companies.


This Memorial Day, I think back to a time when war wasn’t in our thoughts, a time when rifles were only made of sticks and used as backyard playthings on hot summer afternoons where imagination was the only thing that mattered. A time when, as cub scouts with hand me down uniforms and tiny American flags we followed our gray haired grandfathers down Main Street to the cemetery where shots rang out and a distant bugler played a chilling tune. Far from understanding the true meaning of the day, just mimicking the old men who wore sad faces and blank stares. Local men of the cloth led prayers, followed by battle hardened townsfolk who had fought in WW2, Korea and Vietnam speaking heartfelt words of remembrance. This Memorial Day I pause to remember the gray haired grandfathers, born before the great depression and showing up daily next to pictures of…

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I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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