The rain is gone. Spring is full, the sun is warm and wisps of clouds invite contemplation, and on this weekend in particular, memories of those who gave all.
On Sunday extending through Memorial Day, forests of flags and flowers rose, from Flanders Fields where poppies blow, to the roses, carnations and forget-me-nots dotting the headstones of Utah's own war dead.
There are more solitary remembrances, too. Old photo albums are dusted off; now-yellowed, creased letters from distant battlefields re-read; or maybe it's just sitting behind the wheel of a soldier's old truck, with "dog tags hanging from the rear-view," as singer Lee Brice recounts.