But there are those to whom it means memories of hitting the beach on a gray June morning in Normandy, or of wading through bodies in the surf at Tarawa. To some it means memories of incessant rain in a Vietnamese jungle or of the visible heat waves on an Afghan desert.
To others it means memories of those who fell in the service of their fellow Americans – of those who lie in France and Belgium and Okinawa and Korea. To some it means memories of comrades in arms who fell in Grenada or Kosovo or Kuwait. And to some it means memories of sons and fathers who left big holes in their lives, but filled them with pride.
We set aside one day out of the year to honor and remember those who have fallen while fighting our country's battles – from the leathernecks of Tripoli to the Navy Seals of Afghanistan.
But to some Americans one day to remember them is not enough. They remember them every day of the year. And to all Americans, one day to honor them is not enough. We must honor throughout the year the heroes who lost – and those who risked – everything including their lives so that we can sleep soundly at night.
Let's make every day Memorial Day.