Honoring the Fallen

My most vivid memory of the cost of Freedom is trying to count the crosses near the entrance to Clark AFB, Philippines.  Even with Mom driving very, very slowly (you don't speed on a military base), it wasn't possible.  There were too many.  Even if I practiced my multiplication tables instead of counting one-by-one.  Many had succumbed during WWII & in the Bataan Death March which was ancient history in my short life.  But, the Vietnam War was taking place.  The wounded were at the snack bars - planes were flying overhead continuously (or, so it seemed).  I remember going to a mock Viet Cong Village with machine gun demos - trying to pick up the huge spent cartridges.  These are childhood lessons on the price of Freedom that I'll never forget - thanks to those we honor today.  Thank you from the bottom of my Heart.  love, faith.