There is no happy in Memorial Day. This is a day for those who gave up all of their tomorrows for an ungrateful nation today. This is for children with no father; parents without sons; wives without husbands. This is for the awful burden carried in the hearts of those who came home, who in the dark of night wish more than anything else they did not. This is for those who made it home only to find themselves strangers to everyone around them, those who died in war, but continued to live, until the war finally killed them as well.