I am not really sure why greetings of Memorial Day say Happy Memorial Day. We lose the meaning.
My Uncle, LT Ray Hendrix was a pilot. He was shot down in 1945 over England. He was 23 years old. 23! He managed to to maneuver his Plane passed a small village before it crashed. His remains were returned to the United States and he is buried beside his parents in Kingston Oklahoma.
I wish I could have met him.
