Memorial Day makes me think of one thing and one thing only, my amazing grandfather who fought in World War 2 and sacrificed the mental stability of his entire life for doing so. That’s right, because war destroys you. Even if you physically survive war, it fucks your mind up forever in ways no one will ever understand. This leads to a lifetime of pain and depression. Sure you can have a wife and kids and grandkids even great grandkids, but the pain you felt from watching all your buddies die will haunt you every single day. I saw this in my Grandpa’s eyes as soon as I was old enough to understand how much warfare fucked him up. This has happened and will continue to happen to all soldiers of war. Hey, maybe we shouldn’t forget that shit while we’re BBQing and thinking that a parade makes everything better.