This is becoming a more and more disturbing read.
Massacres that never happened. Lynchings that did. Honorable veterans who murdered their neighbors, but who still were honored. Native Americans robbed of their names. (I haven't got to anything yet about how they were robbed of their culture, their language, their children. . . . and I hope there aren't monuments to that but there probably are.)
Loewen makes a comment in the opening material in which he wonders if interstellar aliens, visiting our part of the planet, would conclude on the basis of our monuments that our favorite activity was war. Maybe that's not such a bad concept to contemplate this Memorial Day week-end.