Tomorrow is Veteran's Day, a midweek holiday this year to honor all veterans everywhere. A time for somber reflection to consider all the heroic sacrifices of our troops, soldiers in the Revolution who seized all those airport tarmacs, the Union troops in the Civil War who fought far from home to Make America Great by giving a version of freedom to all Americans, those who went Over There in a chimeric bid to End All Wars, the resolute warriors of our Greatest Generation who beat back fascism abroad, the stalwarts who stopped Communist aggression in Korea, and the brave men and women who fought in the waste of war in Vietnam and are fighting in the error of the War on Terror.
Grandad went, aboard a destroyer in the North Sea in World War I.
So did Uncle Harry, commanding a marine gun battery aboard the USS Vincennes in the Pacific against the Japanese. Also Uncle Bill humping the hills in the Philippines and Uncle Bob high above the Mediterranean flying a B-26 Widowmaker.
And Dad, storming the beaches of and surviving six months of close-in combat on the hellish infernos of Peleliu and Okinawa.
And Jack who manned the line against terror in 1983. Brave, resolute men all.
Hey JJ&D. It being a holiday tomorrow, I'll be at the Lost Dog at noon; come along with your crew and I'll share my pizza with you and start filling you all in on the strong, wonderful family that you don't know Jacks*it about.
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