A Memorial Day Note from Jack Harlan
It is Memorial Day.
In the old world, I’d be at a cemetery or a ceremony, remembering the men and women I served with who didn’t make it home. Some from Desert Storm. Some from places we still don’t talk about much. Good soldiers. Good friends.
I cannot forget them. Even now — with The Cough loose and the world in ruins — their names are still burned into my memory. The faces. The laughs. The last things they said.
This morning I made a fresh pot of coffee, said their names out loud, and thanked them for the price they paid so the rest of us could try to live free.
If you’re reading this, I hope you take a moment too. Remember the fallen. Say their names if you know them. Pour out a little coffee or raise a glass. Whatever feels right.
The world may have ended, but some things don’t get to die.
We shoot the Walkers… and then we go back to the beans.
But today, we pause first.
Stay human.
— Jack
From the Teller of Stories
This year, like every year, I’ll ruck 6 miles from my house to the National Cemetery with 30 pounds on my back. Same roads. Same weight. Same promise.
Some things are worth carrying.
My wife will meet me there, we will visit some graves in the cemetery that are important to us.
And I will raise a toast to men and women that gave everything so we could try to live free.
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