Memorial Day and we remember. Here’s LeAnne, crossing into Canada toward the end of THE RIGHT SIDE.

Now the officer was examining her passport photo. “Turn to me, please.”
She turned her face to him. He saw what there was to see, hardly reacted at all. Then he looked past her again and pointed. “What’s that?”
The Bronze Star was hanging from the open glove box.
“A medal.”
“Can I see?”
LeAnne handed him the Bronze Star.
“What’s it for?”
LeAnne didn’t answer.
The agent turned the medal over and read aloud the inscription on the back. “’Heroic or Meritorious Achievement.’” He handed her the passport and medal, tapped the roof, and said, “Enjoy your visit.”