Memorial Day Weekend.
This is one holiday I always hated as a kid. It meant that I had to get dressed in my girl scout uniform and march in a parade.. but not the FUN kind of parade. The long, long parade with no clowns or balloons or floats. The shuffling parade, with soldiers who carried scary guns and many of whom rolled along in wheelchairs. Graying groups of old men representing wars that I knew nothing about. It always seemed like hours would pass as we scouts had to stand quietly on the green, waiting for the droning speeches and prayers to end, flinching as the 21 gun salute jolted the green early summer air. A gaudy circle of flowers would be placed on each war memorial. People would be crying and then quietly disperse.
This is one holiday I always hated as a kid. It meant that I had to get dressed in my girl scout uniform and march in a parade.. but not the FUN kind of parade. The long, long parade with no clowns or balloons or floats. The shuffling parade, with soldiers who carried scary guns and many of whom rolled along in wheelchairs. Graying groups of old men representing wars that I knew nothing about. It always seemed like hours would pass as we scouts had to stand quietly on the green, waiting for the droning speeches and prayers to end, flinching as the 21 gun salute jolted the green early summer air. A gaudy circle of flowers would be placed on each war memorial. People would be crying and then quietly disperse.
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