Amen! and Amen!
One memory of looong ago. As a young kid, I remember the desk that my dad had with a thick glass top. Under the glass were quite a few paper items including photos and short newspaper items. I couldn't read at the time I remember, but after the first grade, I could. Two memories now were of two of dad's friends killed in action in Europe from WWII. One of them was the brother of a man who lived across the street from our church. My dad told the story behind his death. It seems like every time I saw the man from across the street of our church, I thought of his brother and my dad's friendship to him. More than anything else, at an early age, that molded my concept of honoring those in service and holding in memory of those who gave their lives.
We now live on a corner lot in which one of the streets is named after a school mate who was killed in action in Viet Nam. His younger brother married a cousin of mine.
Yes, I do remember and pass these memories on to my kids.