Not that I don't have respect for the dead but if you think about it for a minute it's like having a celebration by your friends and relatives when they know you've left town. A moment of quiet remembrance then it's back to the gossip, wars, and scandals. And wars aren't uniting anybody like they used to. It's such a rushed holiday anyway. Throw another burger on the grill and be quick about it your Dad has to get to work in the morning and it's a long drive home.
No, how about doing something nice for the poor slobs who had to risk it all and are now faced with broken limbs and minds and not much of a future? They're the ones we should be remembering. And as some groups of former vets have gathered to send a message "It's time to get the hell out". I have to agree with them whole heartedly. But I know this won't end until corporations who are profiting from these adventures have sucked the remaining life blood out of the rest of us then no they won't end.
Just a few passing thoughts on the holiday.