Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Been out of the service (US Army) for over twenty years now but I still feel such a connection...or maybe it's a bond, I guess. Never was too much of a soldier. Didn't fight some enemy, other than drunk Soldiers and Marines while on M.P. duty. Still, I was a soldier. It's not a case of the older I get...the better I was. It's the experience of having served with fine men and women, some sorry ones too, but make no mistake...we are joined at the hip. When they hurt, we hurt. It's a little before sunrise and I will fly flags today at the entrance to our home as well as on the house itself. I'm proud of my country. Proud of our troops. If I get a tad pushy with the flag...deal with it...and give me a wide berth. Take the time to thank a Vet and their family. My favorite Vet is at the cemetery. I miss you, Dad.