I remember,as a young boy,finding small boxes containing medals in my mother's closet. The only one I remember was the Purple Heart. They were my father's from WW2. I still recall the special connection I felt holding them.
There are sons,daughters and grandsons now. What was once only the past is now important.
I petitioned my government for replacement of my awards and decorations. Bought ones that were awarded by a government no longer in existence. I keep them in a case on my wall. From time to time I'll hold one or two.
Perhaps someday after i'm long gone a little boy might hold them,wonder and feel connected.
Ever time you save a man's history, and thats what medals are, you save a small piece of him.