I am not sure when this changed for me, but I love going to small town parades on Memorial Day. I absolutely tear up when the Veterans walk by.
On Monday we were out gardening and the jets flew over us three times (going from town to town to do the local parade flyovers). We were both vaklempt. Of course we starting waving wildly at them and were sure that the third pass (which was directly overhead) was just for us.
Mourn those who died, rejoice those who made it back, and pray for and admire those who are fighting for us now.