So this will bust you up inside.

Not that you want to have your insides wrecked, but I'm sure nobody has anything on her. The vets who have died in the service, who joined the service for the purpose of serving everybody else, deserve more than one day a year for remembrance and recognition. At least, that's what I think.

Yesterday, my wife and I spent about 45 minutes walking the cemetery at Jefferson Barracks and I'm happy to say that there were a lot of people there at 3 p.m. I go there three or four times a year and pause at the graves of the Unknowns there. Because of my former job, I have a perspective and insight into the fact that these people had real, full lives before they died. And because I've been privileged to read their casualty records, I understand the sacrifices they made as well as those of families left behind. Seeing a weathered headstone that simply says "UNKNOWN' makes me sad. Particularly when they date back to the Civil War. For well over a hundred years, these guys have lain in the ground forgotten by everybody. I do what I can to send thoughts out into the Universe on their behalf.

It seems an irony to me that we set aside a month of recognition for Gay Pride, Black History, or Masturbation Month, but a single day for vets who died to make such month-long "celebrations" possible. It's strange to me. But maybe I am just a dinosaur. Maybe distilling the sacrifices of our vets down to a single day makes it that much more meaningful. I don't know. But on the surface, it seems to me that we are not giving these servicemen and servicewomen their proper due.

Anyway, as we were walking through Jefferson Barracks, we caught ourselves reading aloud some of the names on the graves. Josiah this and Leon that. Also a number of Rosemarys and Ednas, the wives who were buried foot to head by their husbands and marked with a single double-sided headstone. It was interesting, I guess. Good strong names that represented the history of our country and the people who built it with their service. It got to be like eating potato chips; it was hard to stop.

David, Stephen, Whitaker, Mary, Leroy,....Augustus, Zebulon, Mark, Emily...No end to them...Rufus, William, Booker... Unknown.

I mentioned to my wife that for some reason, it was fascinating to read these names aloud. She was doing it as well, and then she said something I won't forget.

"It's good that we're saying their names out loud. We're remembering them."

And this is why men should always try to marry up. Good women make good men better. And something I hadn't really noticed before, but JB is full of good women as well as good men. 

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