This Memorial Day here on the east coast of Iowa we take the
time to remember all those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. The
numbers keep getting larger as those of us lucky enough to
still be here realize all too well.
At our little hut on the hill we are lucky, or cursed, as we
can hear the bugle calls from the Arsenal when the wind is
blowing just so. We like to be outside towards end of day to
hear “tattoo” and “taps”.
It’s an eerie experience with the bugle call carrying the
sound about a mile and half through the trees and up the hill
to send chills down our backs and remind us that freedom isn’t
free. I can almost imagine those buried in the National
Cemetery there standing in ghostly silhouette as they salute.
During your day please take a moment to remember those who
gave their all.