Luke had learned the meaning of this holiday, and it had him a little downcast as he nibbled on a piece of chicken and watched the others coming. He couldn't help remembering those he had served with and lost...so many close to him. He thought about Biggs and the others of the Battle of Yavin, and the far too many lives lost during the battles at Endor and the aftermath, and the war agaisnt the Yuzhaan Vong. He thought of Anakin, still just a teenager, and the high price peace had come at.
He knew that even if it was a day of pride for people on Earth, hopefully they also knew how solemn it was as well.