While you're grilling and enjoying the holiday, take a moment and remember the men and women who gave their lives so that you can have the peace and safety to live yours now.
My father served in the Navy during WWII. They falsified his birth certificate to get him in the service underaged. Though he came home from the war in one piece physically, the mental scars from the horrors of that war stayed fresh until the end of his days.
My son is currently on his second tour in Iraq. The first was with the Marines during the Iraq War. He is now in the Army -- 1st Cav, and is in northern Iraq with the 2-7 as advisers. If you're old enough to remember Vietnam firsthand, that term ought to send shivers down your spine.
I could not be prouder of him and his fellow soldiers and pray every night that they all come home safely to their loved ones.