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The biggest problem I have around Memorial day is i have my own beloved dead to remember. The list is too long to recount, but my younger brother who died in '98 tops the list.
He didn't die in a war bravely. But he felt so guilty that he had been the one that loaded the missiles of USS Vincennes, that he let his mind go it's own way, and the never got back together.
In 2000, I heard some peacenik boasting about giving baby burners hell that this story came to mind. I post it on one site every memorial day. You see, fighting in a war isn't the crime...