Memorial Day: Freedom isn't Free

My grandfather served in WWII. He was on the front lines in France when a grenade was thrown into his fox hole. He was lucky to come home to us alive, and though I never heard him say one word of complaint in all the years I knew him, I'm betting he might have struggled to feel lucky some days. He lost a leg, had only partial use of one arm, and went through over sixty major surgeries in his lifetime. So, I know first hand that freedom isn't free. This Memorial Day, I'd like to thank all who have given so much to serve our country.

I always take some time on Memorial Day to reflect on the responsibility that comes along with my freedom. It's so important to vote responsibly and to fully participate in our political process. I feel it's the least I can do to honor the memory of my grandfather and all of the women and men who have put themselves in harms way in order to keep this country free.

For all those who are still serving, who are still in harms way, may you be safe and come home to your families and loved ones soon.