I watched the National Memorial Day Tribute a little bit ago. It was a good program …. and a good cry.

The camera shot that got me was one taken when the different branches of the service were being honored. As representatives for each branch marched out to the music the camera panned over the crowd.

In the crowd only a few were standing. Those standing were predominently older men, probably World War II vets. Some Vietnam vets here and there.

As the camera panned the crowd, in one frame there were 3 older men standing and saluting. They stood with seeming difficulty, one leaning on a walker, but still saluting.

In that frame was one young man, probably in his late teens, in uniform, saluting. He stood behind the older men and seemed caught in the frame as an aside - the focus being on the older men.

He stood tall, proud and framed behind and between the men from an earlier era.

The single frame of the photo took me aback and brought a sob to my throat. For some reason it was profound to me.

Those older men had been that young man in an earlier time. They had worn the same uniform and stood as tall and proud as he did today. Some day in the future, he will be as they are now.

All the people sitting and talking between the scattered few who stood to honor our servicemen have those men to thank for their freedom.

It seemed to me a prime example of a succession of honor.