Celebrated in a variety of ways, as a day to acknowledge sacrifice by soldiers who went to war, I have always felt conflicted about what to do on this day. It is a day to honor the dead and a day to count your blessings. It is a day to mourn remembered family and a day to tell a story of some kind of historical narrative.
Perhaps it also can be a day for those who fought to recount and record their experience on this day, and then tuck away the memories rarely shared to instruct another day.
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