On Memorial Day, I’m honoring and remembering Jimmy Galutz. He was just 21 when he was in Viet Nam. Jimmy paid the ultimate price. He was my second cousin.
I was six years old and I remember going to a Drum Corps exhibition in Syracuse, NY with my parents. I remember my Aunt Carol crying when they did a song in honor of Jimmy. I remember all the years that my Aunt Lena missed her eldest son and the picture of him in uniform she had at her home.
Because of veterans like Jimmy, we enjoy the barbecue, a cold beer, chicken fried, freedom of speech, and so many other freedoms we take for granted.
I honor him today as well as those who also paid the ultimate price for our freedom.
We will never forget your service.
