At my age, few things actually blow me away these days. Four kids raised to adulthood and now with an assortment of grandkids in the mix, not a lot surprises me.
Though there is one thing that fills me with awe and chokes me up every time – and has to do with those individuals we honor and celebrate today – Veterans Day 2015. Those fellow citizens of ours who are willing to put aside the comforts of hearth and home, to enter harm’s way for us. All to defend and preserve the lifestyle we all hold dear.
Brett, my insightful and brilliant grandson (but aren’t they all?) provided his take on this in an essay he wrote a few years ago. The one I framed and display in my living room. He was chosen to broadcast his work over the public address system at school. This is what he said.
“Every year on November 11th the United States honors those who have served in our armed forces. The holiday originally marked the anniversary of the Armistice between the Allies and Germany. The signing effectively ended all fighting in World War I. However, in 1954 Congress approved a name change from Armistice Day to Veterans Day. This was done as a tribute to honor and thank all veterans of all wars. On Veterans Day it is encouraged to fly flags at full staff in observance of the holiday. At this time, we would like to take a moment of silence to honor all the service men and women who have died.”
As he suggests, shall we take that moment?
Thank you. And thank them.
I would only add, as the Disabled American Veterans remind us – Freedom Is Not Free.
Just ask those who have sacrificed so much – for you and for me.