Audie_murphy_2 This weekend is about more than beer and brats, of course. It's about those who served. (Served more than beer and brats, of course.)

And it's about those who are serving right now.

And, Strangely, It's About Those Of Us Who Never Served
Memorial Day isn't just for veterans, their families and — all too often — their survivors.

It's also about how all of us — including those of us who have never served — are changed by the service of others. Guided by Harvey Mackay's 66, I always thank those who serve and often others how they feel about having not served.

A teacher of mine, Danny Gordis, once said that he was surprised to realize that "he had always thought he was so privileged to be a member of the first generation of people in the history of the world who did not have to fight for their way of life." (I'm paraphrasing here; he was more eloquent.) Among the surprises, Gordis teaches, is that there is no free ride. We all pay.

Today, Peggy Noonan writes so beautifully — as she does nearly every Saturday — in The Wall Street Journal. Her "Those Who Make Us Say 'Oh!'
— A tribute to America's war heroes, past and present
" is a well-crafted, moving memorial.

This week, after my creativity class, on the way to my car, I crossed the Ohio State University Oval, where amid a sun-drenched sea of bikinis and Frisbees, the ROTC was recognizing the achievements of its students. I'm old enough to remember when ROTC was demeaned on campuses.

War happens. I respect the warriors who stand ready to face the battle.

In honor of those who served, including my father, Arthur J. Isaac, Jr., of blessed memory, and my brothers-in-law, Joe Landrock and Joe Martin.