Three years ago, I posted the following description of how my town observes the holiday.
Correction: The wreath laying is at 8:30.
As usual, I attended the ceremony at the park. This year, the speaker at Memorial Park was an admiral currently serving in the Navy. He began by expressing his amazement and happiness at the size of the crowd that had assembled. Then he told of the bombardment of Fort McHenry which Francis Scott Key wrote of in "The Star Spangled Banner." As he told it, during the nighttime bombardment, the flagppole was hit several times, but each time, people would go out to hold it up. Finally, "by the dawn's early light," it was being held up by the surrounding bodies of those who had perished holding it during the bombardment.
The grand marshal of this year's parade was a former Marine sergeant who participated in the landing on Iwo Jima in World War II, where he was wounded and where he also earned the Navy Cross — the medal for Navy and Marines which is second only to the Congressional Medal of Honor. I had never known that about him. All I knew was that he, his brother, and his brother-in-law were housepainters, who painted our house several times when I was a boy, and that the three of them were the fathers of classmates I had in grammar school.
