Today we have the freedom to pursue our ambitions, to be whoever we want to be. And we owe this privilege to those who died for our country while protecting our freedoms.
A lot of people think the holiday is just a day off work. Or a chance to go fishing while getting paid. Or maybe a chance to grill steaks by the pool.
A few years ago almost 20% of the population served in the military. Today that figure has dwindled to about seven percent.
But whatever the number. we have an obligation to honor those who provide us the freedom to pursue our dreams.
While technically the holiday honors those who died in combat, we need to honor all of those who served our country as part of our military machine. Because it's more than a person firing a gun who makes sacrifices. Those who suffer PTSD, lose limbs, who suffer emotionally, also deserve our respect and honor.
My youngest daughter served three years in the U.S. Army. And was in some dangerous situations. She's earned two college degrees. She has a six year old son. Her husband acts on the Discovery Channel. She has a home in the suburbs.
But, fate blessed us by bringing her safely through her time in Ahfganistan. Something for which I'll be forever grateful.