Just when I think that people might have forgotten, I am pleasantly reminded that the public is keenly aware of the sacrifices made by those who so willingly served their country. Veterans Day has been set aside as a holiday on both the state and federal level in our country. The date was assigned because on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918, World War I hostilities ended with the signing of the Armistice at this very time.

The Kingston/Wilkes-Barre Parade every year is one I enjoy watching for many reasons. First and foremost, I choke up every single time the soldiers of the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines walk past. I look up and down the lines at young men and women, not old enough to legally consume alcohol, and marvel at their willingness to put their lives on the line to perform a duty for their country. Regardless of your party affiliation, you must agree that the hearts and souls of these brave young folks are a special kind of extraordinary.

Aside from the soldiers, I enjoy the parade for two other reasons: my father and my son. My father, for many, many reasons, but for this purpose: for his past service to our country in Korea. So often I hear the Korean “conflict” referred to as “The Forgotten War”, but I am thankful that the public of today has made this right. My father has been part of this parade for more years that I can remember while living here. Although a veteran, he participates in the parade today as a member of the Irem Temple Shriners Chanting Unit. In earlier years, they marched and sang. Today, many are older so they ride in a float - but they still sing.

My son is also part of this parade as a drummer with the Wyoming Valley West Marching Band. This band will help support any function on the West Side of the River, but considers its participation in the Veterans Day Parade as one of its highest honors. I well up when I hear their rendition of “National Emblem” as they approach. Of course, I delight in watching my son pass but, as I look at him, I see a strength that grows every day. He is a year and a half away from being old enough to march with those who lead the parade.

The parade was well-attended this year and received wonderful media coverage. Aside from the usual vendors peddling their festival wares, the primary colors of the day were red, white and blue. Most people waved flags but many clutched signs that read simply “Thank You”. Mothers and fathers; husbands and wives; sons and daughters; young and old; all had the same reason for being there.

I hope we never forget. Complacency is a true threat to democracy (Nora Owen). Everyone should honor veterans in some way: attend a ceremony or parade or cemetery on Veterans Day, put your flag out on display. Remember that someone is out there working to keep someone else safe in ways most of us will never know. Remember them with cards or calls or prayers and never forget.