I went to our local Memorial Day program yesterday. As always, we recognized the New Mexico veterans who were killed in action or who died of wounds since the prior year. Interestingly, three of the five had Hispanic surnames and a fourth was an Indian from one of the pueblos.

I volunteer as a service officer for the DAV, and I see a dozen or more veterans a week who are either dying bit by bit or whose memories of their experiences are as vivid as if they happened yesterday.