Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
On this day, this day we've set aside to remember them, the ones who came back, and those who did not, I, at least, set aside whatever other issues, and thank you. You are my brother, my father, my uncles, my cousins, my neighbors and friends. You are strangers to me and friends I have not yet met.
Some have lamented that the memories of our Veterans is being lost. Time removes the bloodstains on the battlefield. Nature itself removes the scars on those battlefields. Memories of the living fade, and the memories of the now deceased are no more.
But you are not forgotten. Whether the memories are here or not, you are not forgotten. Every time a flag waves, every time we speak freely, every time we enter the doors of our churches without fear, every time we do not obstruct those who don't agree with us, the legacy of our veterans lives on.
We don't care if your old uniforms don't fit anymore, or if you can't march crisp and strong, your strength, embodied in what you defended, endures.
It can live forever, so long as the young learn to love liberty, so long as the people refuse to be cowed into conformity.
So when I see you in the parades, if I sit by you in the diner, worship with you at church, or follow you in the checkout line at the store, please know it is an honor to share this space with you.
Whether we agree or disagree, whether we view things the same or different, know that what you have done lives on, strong, vibrant and alive, even after you have gone.
Thank you.
Some have lamented that the memories of our Veterans is being lost. Time removes the bloodstains on the battlefield. Nature itself removes the scars on those battlefields. Memories of the living fade, and the memories of the now deceased are no more.
But you are not forgotten. Whether the memories are here or not, you are not forgotten. Every time a flag waves, every time we speak freely, every time we enter the doors of our churches without fear, every time we do not obstruct those who don't agree with us, the legacy of our veterans lives on.
We don't care if your old uniforms don't fit anymore, or if you can't march crisp and strong, your strength, embodied in what you defended, endures.
It can live forever, so long as the young learn to love liberty, so long as the people refuse to be cowed into conformity.
So when I see you in the parades, if I sit by you in the diner, worship with you at church, or follow you in the checkout line at the store, please know it is an honor to share this space with you.
Whether we agree or disagree, whether we view things the same or different, know that what you have done lives on, strong, vibrant and alive, even after you have gone.
Thank you.
