Memorial Day

For this Memorial Day, I'd like to remember our former neighbors, B.G., and his wife, D.G., who understood war, and whose initials I'm using since neither would have wanted me to post this today as they were humble people who cherished their families and all their neighbors as family. If we continue to live by their example the world will definitely be a better place. He served in the 12th Mountain Cavalry Division in Italy during WWII and she was eight years old when Mussolini took power in their small village. As she describes it, a neighborhood that was once close-knit became filled with people who no longer smiled or trusted each other and when any soldier passed by you had to stop whatever you were doing, raise your arm like a Nazi and say: "Il Dulce" to honor "the Sweet One," a dictator and murderer. Thank you to all men and women who have saved us from tyranny past and present because, as B.G. put it, "all wars are senseless."