Brothers, I remember you.

Veterans day again. Stood guard at the vigil this morning. RA Duty phone in hand, haha. Too much duty for me. It was cold. I imagine they were cold, and hot, and in pain.
I always touch the black rock that is outside the fieldhouse that bears the POW/MIA symbol. I did it once when Master Sergeant Dunn was there, and he looked at me kinda funny.
"You do that? I thought only the airforce does that."
I didn't know, so I just shrugged. "I don't know who does it, but I do it."
Standing at that vigil is hard. It's cold and your arms burn and your toes hurt and your back aches. But it makes you remember and respect the memory of people who have given their lives before you.

Brothers, I remember you.