I'm taking a break from my usual posts about writing and the day-to-day stuff to remember what the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month means.
Today is not a day to rally against the war in Iraq, or to condemn the powers-that-be for committing us to it in the first place. It isn't the day to fight over which side is right or wrong.
Today is Veteran's Day - the day to stop and think about all of the men and women who serve in the military to protect your right to protest and argue, who protect the very freedoms we regular joes take for granted.
It's the day to stop and think about the men and women who offered up the ultimate sacrifice to protect your right to protest and argue, who protected the very freedoms we regular joes take for granted.
It's the day to stop and thank the men and women who gave up their time and their lives, to protect your right to protest and argue, who protect the very freedoms we regular joes take for granted.
From the American Revolution to the war in Iraq, regular, ordinary people have answered a call - and for that I, one far too selfish to answer and honest enough to admit it, am forever grateful. Today is the day to stop and think about what that call means, what it meant, and what it will mean in the future.
Like the old bumper sticker said, "If you love your freedom, thank a vet."
Thank you.
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