First, I thought that Memorial Day was a simple day off from school. A day where families visit lost loved ones, but otherwise the day was just a day in a three day weekend, because it really did not apply to my family. Sometime last year, however, I was listening to my school’s announcements and realized that I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for the people that laid down their lives for the United States of America. This brought forth many new possibilities of where my mind could take me. I pondered the importance of Memorial Day. I know only of one quasi-family member of mine, not even blood related, that died after a war. He died of Beriberi after marching the Okinawan Death March in World War Two. I couldn’t ask him about the importance