I grew up in a household run by two World War II veterans . My mother was a Marine. Yes, that's right, she was a BAM. This is a title of honor. Look it up.
For us Memorial Day was celebrated, more than observed. My father, who had survived extended duty on the bomber, Stardust , as a tail gunner and bombarder, never talked about destruction. We were alive and in the USA. Life was good.
This time was spent among a circle of close friends. All of the men were veterans; everyone one of them had lost someone they loved.
We were always somewhere that we could swim and waterski. The talk was of the future and enjoying the pleasures of the freedom and abundance for which they had fought.
It is a great tribute to all who have left the battlefield without their bodies that we live well today and create tomorrow.
My favorite philosopher said it this way," And that is my wish for you: flourish and prosper!" Thank you Mr. L. Ron Hubbard.