The Price of Freedom

Memorial Day

Today is the day on which we Americans pause to remember and honor those who have fought and died for our country. We also honor those who have served and are serving.

Unfortunately, most people use this day to only focus on the celebration aspect of the holiday, not the memorial. But had it not been for those men and women who bled in the trenches and fell from the sky, there might not be a place to hold a barbecue. We celebrate because we are free, but that freedom came with a price.

Visiting Memorials

Last year at this time I visited Washington, D.C.. with my family, and one can’t visit D.C. without going to the memorials, especially on Memorial Day.

It had been a long time since the last time I was here, and new monuments to the fallen had been erected. One of them, which is probably the most impressive, is the World War 2 Memorial. I took my time exploring it.

One of the places at the WW2 Memorial is pictured below. Gold stars are affixed to a curved wall above a reflective pool. A plaque beside the reflective pool reads, “The Price of Freedom.”

Each star represents 100 who died in the war to defeat the Axis powers. Did you get that? 1 star = 100 dead. 


On this day let us pause and remember the lives sacrificed so that we (and the world) might live in freedom. Remember also that those stars represent mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, and scores of children whose loss purchased our gain.

Freedom isn’t free.



Filed under America, Life/Death, Vacation

6 responses to “The Price of Freedom

  1. I’m looking forward to taking my kids to D.C. when they are a little older. Those memorials are stunning and sobering tributes to the cost of freedom.

    • Absolutely. They are so much more than tourist attractions. Each one has a message that needs to be heard, especially the Lincoln Memorial – one of my favorites – because of what is written inside.

  2. I visited Washington D.C. a couple years before 9/11. Everyone should try to go there at least once in their life. My first impression was the sense that I was in the capitol of a world-power. The Lincoln Memorial was very moving…reading his words…his stature…sitting on the steps looking down the mall towards the congressional capitol building. Spent hours walking around inside Arlington National Cemetery…the changing of the guard. Was able to sit inside in the gallery and watch the Senate in session. The Vietnam Memorial and the Holocaust Museum were impressive.

    We have so much to be thankful for in this country.

    My own father was on a B-17 during WWII. One of my oldest friend’s father was a marine during the invasion of Iwo Jima.

    We pray for the safety of all of our troops around the world. God bless you all.

  3. Amen my fellow brother, and I do hate adding that word in from of this day, “Happy”! Thanks for the reminder and yet another great post!

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