A Personal Reflection on Memorial Day

As a Navy veteran who served during peacetime, Memorial Day carries deep meaning for me. I didn’t face combat, but I stood beside those who might have. I wore the same uniform as many who never made it home.

A day to remember

Memorial Day is not about my service. Rather, it’s a day to honor those who gave everything. So, I pause to remember the brave men and women who died serving our country.

In particular, I think of those who came before me—those who stormed beaches, flew into danger, and stood their ground in far-off places.

A family’s sacrifice

One story lives close to my heart. My great uncle, Getti Morris, died in Normandy. I still have his Purple Heart and the letter President Roosevelt sent to my great-grandparents. These aren’t just keepsakes. Instead, they are reminders of the cost of freedom.

Because of his sacrifice—and that of so many others—I had the chance to serve during peace.

Peaceful service. Shared duty.

Even though I served in quieter times, I still felt the weight of duty. More importantly, I learned the strength of brotherhood and the true cost of liberty.

Memorial Day reminds me of our shared responsibility. Not only must we remember the fallen, but we must also live in a way that honors them.

Keeping their memory alive

Each year, I attend ceremonies, visit memorials, and reflect quietly. Whenever possible, I share their stories. After all, keeping their memory alive is one of the most meaningful things I can do.

A call for all

As we observe Memorial Day, let’s remember what our freedoms cost. Therefore, let’s each take a moment to pause, reflect, and honor those who gave everything.

I carry their memory with me—not just today, but always. Ultimately, I strive to live a life worthy of their sacrifice.

With deepest respect and remembrance,
IM2 Coomes
Navy Veteran