The day set aside to honor those service men and women who have come before us and have "...slipped the surly bonds of earth...to touch the face of God." [High Flight, written by WWII aviator John Gillespie Magee, Jr., who died over the skies of England at the age of 19]. Today is a solemn day, but we must remember that our comrades also lived, laughed, and loved. Let's remember the good times and not dwell on the bad. It's a time to respect and reflect on those no longer with us; it shouldn't be a day of sadness.
Many today are upset that they cannot go to cemeteries to lay wreaths and flags because of the national pandemic. That they cannot congregate with others to mourn our friends. Perhaps we can't do this in large groups, but we can still go on our own to pay our respects and provide these physical displays of remembrance. Does it make a difference if it is one or one thousand?
As I end, I offer you this. Why wait for one day a year to remember our fallen? We need to remember them every day. No one is forgotten if they live on in the memory of others.