Even in the very old, small cemetaries, like the one where my Great-grandparents and one of my very favorite Great Uncles is buried, the Veterans come around and place flags on the graves, a little touch of color even on a gloomy day.

I am always heartened, when Dad and I go to plant flowers on the family graves, to know that the Vets are not forgotten. That one tiny cemetary, in the woods in a small town, has veterans from WWI, WWII, and Korea buried there. Humbling, isn't it?