There is always a peacefulness and tranquility to Memorial Day weekend. At least this has been my lifelong experience. So many memories covering different epochs of U.S history, differing cultural norms from one time period to the next. For better or worse I tuck away a lot of the memories and do not hesitate to focus on some of the discouraging details. We are supposed to learn from history.
The culture was so wayward at the time I graduated from high school, my elders thought it important to lower the drinking age. For the benefit of me and my age peers? A favor being done for us. And we heard the rationale: If such young American men are being asked to fight and die in Vietnam, well then the young adults here deserved the privilege of consuming alcohol and all that comes with such behavior. Of course a lot of terrible things came with it. You couldn't deny it at the time.
But society was even more ignorant about something else: the grounds for prosecuting the war in Vietnam. So deluded we were. Our Good Lord must have been looking down with bewilderment. Were we so influenced by John Wayne's "the Green Berets?" Well, maybe.
The WWII generation, at the peak of its influence when I was 18, saw Vietnam as some sort of triumphant redux. Maybe the failure was in forgetting that WWII was an Allied effort in which the Soviet Union had a primary role. The Germans feared the advancing Russian army more than us Americans. The purpose of D-Day was to open up a western front to spread out the Germans and give an assist to the Soviets who were having a rough go of it.
Closing the vise was difficult and tragic: so much suffering and death.
The Memorial Day and Veterans Day speeches of today can bother me a little because I think they can promote jingoism. War is bad, period. We have not expressed enough concern or regret about our military sending a Tomahawk missile into the girls school in Iran. A mere passing news item. A girls school? A real manly gesture on your part, President Trump.
My lifetime of experience has taught me that on a primary holiday like Memorial Day, our president sheds his partisan inclinations and seeks peace and brotherhood. Of course the president we have now discards all civilized norms. And we hardly seem to care.
I have friends who will withdraw from my writing if I simply mention Trump. They in effect say "there you go again." I am a mere "Trump hater" in their eyes. I have "Trump Derangement Syndrome." Haven't Americans always felt free to comment on the president?
Major holidays up until Trump always promoted a spiritual tone. On Easter the president is supposed to attend the church of his choice, set an example. Trump acts like he's trying to destroy all our standards.
So what kind of message did DJT issue on this Memorial Day morning of 2026? A soothing one? A patriotic one that we could all rally behind without issuing a call to war or aggression? Well of course not. DJT posted on "Truth Social" just after 6 a.m. Do you ever worry about our young people being influenced by him? DJT wrote "I laugh at all of the 'Dumocrats,' RINOs and Fools. . ."
He directly attacked Thom Tillis, Bill Cassidy and Thomas Massie of his own party. "Mediate" characterized this as "a blistering holiday message." Now Trump wants Ken Paxton to defeat John Cornyn in a Texas primary race.
Trump called Massie "a major sleazebag." Couldn't Trump have found a more gentle, altruistic and bonding message for Americans on this traditionally hallowed and peaceful holiday? The tenor of his comments contradicts everything I have come to associate with Memorial Day weekend.
And we have chosen this? Trump has been elected twice. We may be allowing him to set up a massive "slush fund" right now. And how about that "ballroom?" Joe Scarborough calls it "the Marie Antoinette ballroom." You know how Marie Antoinette turned out. But today, it seems more likely that Trump's critics will end up with a fate like being sent to a concentration camp.
Will people rise up? If the public shrugs about our missile ramming into the Iranian girls school, I wouldn't hold out hope for an awakening.
Germany had to be crushed in 1945.
My father Ralph E. Williams is at right in this photo taken during WWII. He was a lieutenant in the Navy in the Pacific Theater, tasked with guarding a merchant vessel, an oil tanker. Again I'll ask: Wouldn't it be wonderful to know the names and hometowns of all the guys in photo? Truly "the greatest generation."Del Sarlette takes a moment to remember my family at our monument at Summit Cemetery. The black bench monument is available to all to sit and relax! Note the American flag in the background.
- Brian Williams - morris mn minnesota - bwilly73@yahoo.com











