My grandfather, a retired chief, lives in a small town in rural Rhode Island. Ever since Noah was a midshipman, he has been participating in the town's Memorial Day parade. To this day, the parade is pure Americana. There are boy scouts, fire trucks, the local marching band, and or course all the local vets turn up. Judging by the number of people watching along the parade route, its safe to assume that pretty much everyone in town attends.
In 2004, I had the distinct privilege to march in that parade alongside my grandfather, my father, my brother-in-law.
It was quite possibly the best day I've ever spent in uniform.