My mother went to Kent State in 1970, and on May 4th she had grabbed her library books as an excuse to be outside and walking past the protest. She was my age. When the shooting began, she ran into one of the dorms with several others. So, yes, she was there and she got shot at... there are a fair number of people still in or around Kent that can claim something similar.
The thing about May 4th is that the "always remember" adage has made it so that these events and the four deaths have been rehashed and memorialized to a disgusting extent. Jesus Christ, people, I have to live in this town. It's not a great town, but it's more than May 4th. It goes beyond the four kids who died. Do I hate that those people were killed and injured? Yeah, I do. Does it make me angry that it was by National Guardsmen, particularly since the National Guard were already accused of handling things incredibly poorly? Yup. And I've been to the memorial, I know where to find the bullet holes, I've picked the daffodils, I've even mocked the whole damn thing... because when you're so close to it, what else can you do?
Guess what? All the memorials and ornamentation in the world isn't going to change the fact that those four people died. It isn't even going to give closure; all you have to do is walk around Kent 35 years later and you'll see that there hasn't been any closure regarding May 4th. It's been kept open, festering, supperating. We keep bringing up the names of the dead; we never give them a chance to rest. We have not given ourselves the chance to move on. We're being haunted by these ghosts because we refuse to let them go. It isn't even about the people who died anymore; it's all been twisted into some sort of disgustingly political monster. Money and politics, not these four kids.
Always remember, but learn to mourn and let go. Otherwise you'll end up like Kent State, forever attempting to relive and undo May 4th... and always failing.