Another Memorial Day is upon us - not the only day for remembering those who have died in service to our country, but certainly a special day. Every year at this time, I get what my mom called "the blues," a sadness so profound that I am moved to tears. I am remembering the legions of men and women who have sacrificed their lives so that the freedoms so often taken for granted will be there for the generations that follow. Our little town was first incorporated in 1712 and lost many of our boys and young men to the American Revolution. The birth homestead of Revolutionary War hero Nathan Hale is a little more than a mile from my home. As a young girl, I would ride my bike to the homestead and I would always stop at the little cemetery that is between here and there. The graves date back to the 1700's and I used to wonder how many of those young men were casualties of the founding of our nation. In reality, probably not many as they would have died far from home in the arms of their comrades and they rest in graves unmarked, like so many who followed between that war and today - Unmarked but not forgotten. These hundreds of years later, we are still burying those who fight for freedom and defend what the blood of those Revolutionary War troops won. We bury them not in that little cemetery, but in sacred ground across our country. Families still weep as the honor guard fires their rounds into the air, as the sound of Taps consumes the stillness, and the flag under which our lost soldier has rested is folded with honor and ceremony. My silent prayer is that the words of my grateful heart will be heard by the angel warriors of all times who sacrificed their lives on our behalf. Visit Honor the Fallen site to remember those we probably never knew.