There were lots of picnics being set up in the park. Big church picnics hosted by a couple of the megachurches in the area. Apparently Memorial Day is a big day for church picnics. I was glad to see the American Legion out there too, setting up for a commemoration later in the day.
I thought about my Uncle John, the oldest brother of my father. He was in the Navy, and went to Vietnam in the mid 60s as an advisor. I remember he came to visit us in California before he went for survival training. I really only saw him a few times. He made it back from Vietnam in one piece, and was given command of a destroyer--the USS O'Banion. Shortly thereafter he was diagnosed with some sort of cancer and died at the age of 48. His daughter told me that he had been exposed to Agent Orange during the war. He is buried at Arlington. My dad is 88 and their other brother just turned 90. I wish he could have become an old man like them.