I think you’re right. The day for wounded veterans, and all vets, should be obvious: Veterans’ Day.
At the Memorial Day service I attended in California, I thought there was too much attention to living people (the board that runs the cemetery, the organizers of the event, etc.) How about some mention of local men who died in the various wars? I also disliked the sloppy attire of some of the vets who were carrying the service banners. T-shirts, not even tucked in. Not impressive.
Best: The local high-school choir, surprisingly. And, even better: All five service hymns sung by the choir director, all by himself in a wonderful bass voice.
Does anyone know if Frank Buckles — a WW I vet from Charles Town, West Virginia — was able to attend? At 106, he is one of the last three known veterans of the Great War still alive in the U.S. A story in today’s paper said Mr. Buckles is still doing OK — and would be one of the marshals of today’s parade in Washington. No mention of him in this writeup.