My husband, and by association me too, has a passion for Civil War history and if we are within an hour of a commemorative Civil War battlefield anywhere, we visit it. We have his great grandfather's discharge from the Confederate Army.
As we were between wars and he was needed at home, Hubby didn't see any reason to go regular army, but joined the National Guard and served eight years there. He had his footlocker packed and was on stand by to be shipped out when John Kennedy turned back the Russian ships converging on Cuba and a military showdown was avoided.
I had six great uncles who fought in WWI and I think some 15+ relatives who fought in WWII, most for four years or more. Several of those and others went to Korea and the next generation was in Vietnam and more recently Desert Storm and the current conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq. Only a very few of these were career military. My father did not go overseas but spent his time during WWII running the commissary at a POW camp near Roswell NM. My mother worked with him.
It is the Fourth of July, more than Memorial Day, that I think of all those brave people, along with so many friends and neighbors, who went to war and came home with wounds, scars, ribbons, medals, and now and then a flag draped coffin. Except for one great niece who hated the Navy and kept going AWOL, each served with a sense of service, duty, and pride.
And because they were willing to serve, every day is Independence Day for all the rest of us.
We'll also have a cookout.