Paying respects on Memorial Day has always been a family tradition. Some of my earliest memories are of visiting the graves of family and dear friends. More often than not, it was on Sunday mornings, the time of year that the late Spring, Ohio morning sun, began to be warm enough to cut the morning mist and cemeteries smelled of the flower bouquets parked neatly at the base of grave markers. It was also the day we honored those who had paid the ultimate price, for our family and every future family of our republic, to have this long weekend holiday. Mom and dad were both Korean War Vets, both being the youngest. All of my Uncles, WW II Vets. As you know, I am a Vet and now my son, as well. Even my first wife and mother of my children is a veteran. We were all fortunate to come home.