This Memorial Day feels different during this time of pandemic. Usually we honor our military, especially those who have died. Now, however, we seem to be expanding our thoughts about sacrifice and service. In my neighborhood, I see handmade signs on trash bins thanking sanitation workers for their service, signs near mailboxes thanking postal delivery people. We now hear grocery workers being mentioned as being "on the front lines," of medical workers who have died from COVID-19 exposure as the "fallen." It seems that we may be reconsidering what work actually keeps us safe, what forgotten service also implies sacrifice and also deserves our praise.
None of this is to diminish sincerely held willingness to do military service. But why do we honor only those? But perhaps the most profound honor we could give to military heroes would be to stop sending them to endless wars, perhaps to die or perhaps to live the rest of their lives impaired by wounds seen or unseen. Perhaps the greatest honor we could give our military "fallen" would be to stop making so many of them.
Charles Underwood, Minneapolis
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I grew up in Appleton, Minn., a rather unique small town. In 1947, all of its streets were renamed in honor of fallen young men from Appleton. The street naming continued through the Korean, Vietnam and Iraq wars. Appleton is the only town in the country with all of its streets and avenues named after fallen residents.
As a child, my father signed my older sister and me up to be part of the American Legion Women's Auxiliary. That meant that each year we marched in Appleton's Memorial Day parade wearing a navy blue and gold satin cape and matching garrison cap. And we carried lilacs.
Once the parade arrived at the town park, we marched out onto the small bridge and tossed our lilacs into the river as someone played taps. Then we boarded a bus to the cemetery.
There, each girl lined up behind a cross identifying one of the wars that took the life of a young Appleton man. As the speaker identified a war, that girl would step to the front and hang a wreath of flowers over the cross as someone read the name or names of those lost in that war.
It was something that had an impact on me as a child — the names were often the family names of my friends.
Understanding sacrifice has a lasting impact. And the smell of lilacs brings me back to those Memorial Days every year.