On a day such as this, it’s easy to get swept up in the patriotic images we often associate with war. A grandfather looking dapper in his dress uniform, Old Glory framed for display, or white gloves firing rifles in a 21-gun salute.
For many in my generation, these images are how we understand Memorial Day. The majority of us did not go to war. We don’t understand how it feels to see close friends, many of them barely over the age of 18, die in an arena of combat.