Field of Honor

              So I was out driving around this morning looking for interesting things to take pictures of and I drove by Veteran's Park in Fayetteville. I have been there several times before but it never looked like this. There were about a thousand flags lined up in rows.  Of course I had to pull in and take a closer look. A sign near the flags tells the story of why they are there. Each flag honors someone who is currently serving, those who have served, and the men and women who have made the supreme sacrifice for our nation’s security and freedom.

                                     Below are a few pictures from my visit there today.

 

            I find it hard to express how walking amongst these flags made me feel. I guess the best way to describe it is that it made me feel like a kid again. When I was a kid my dad would get dressed in his uniform and go off to defend our country. He went to ensure that the freedom that most of us take for granted was protected. I was proud of him. I was proud of America. Today I felt that rush of pride again as a walked across that field. For a brief moment there were no heavy burdens for me to carry, there were no problems to cloud my mind. There was only pride, happiness, and a perspective that is far too easily lost in our busy lives. That, to me, is what Memorial Day is all about.