I come from a Legacy (the L is a capital for a reason) Army family, and a Legacy Marine family. Those of us who are unable to serve, for physical reasons or reasons of happenstance, become law enforcement. When you’re one of us, that’s it. Black. White. You wear a uniform, the same as every generation before you – and know that the dead stand in your wake. Or you wear a badge, and try to live up to those who went before. My mother was a staff officer when she retired after 20 years. My father was a Washington PD officer before being retired on injury, and meeting my mother when he went back to school. That’s my family. That’s my blood, as far back as we’ve ever been able to trace through heraldry or genealogy. This Memorial Day my ancestors are going to rise from their graves, if for no more reason than to spit the taste of modern America from their mouths. With “fake news” this, and “Love Trump(s) hate” that, the living have all forgotten something. W