#2,715 Memorial Day.

It’s become my family’s tradition to gather at mama and daddy’s house on the back porch to watch Saving Private Ryan while daddy and Clark smoke ribs.

I’m so glad to see Uncle Dale recovering from his leg aneurysm surgery that gave us all such a scare. Porch parties are infinitely better with him there.

Later, we play cornhole and listen to old country songs and songs that remind us of the ones who gave their lives for us all, like Dress Blues.


And I swear I can’t hear it without crying.