It's a good thing that I'm sitting home in the privacy of our living room, even Gail's left the room. I hate to cry in public much less sob. OPB is broadcasting the Memorial Day National Concert.
I'm never been in an army and certainly not in a war. Nor were my brothers, father or grandfathers. But, yes, I have friends and many acquaintances who have served in the military and also experienced battle. Several completed their service far from their home and loved ones.
I hate war. I never want to be a part of it. I dream of a better way to end international differences, but, oh, how I appreciate those who think differently and are able to literally fight for our freedom. We call this activity service, military service, and I think I understand service, and if I don't, I hope that I can move to a fuller understanding and an expression of the ultimate service.
I believe in service and I see the military doing service far more than fighting. I regret that we have to shroud our service in the name of a country rather than all mankind. I pledge my allegiance to peace on earth and all those to work to achieve it. I pray all the families who have lost members in war and all servicemen and women who have sacrificed for a better world.
Remembering war is terrible; remembering friends, relatives, and those we don't know for serving in a way to protect our freedom, my freedom, is a honor. You too can honor these heroes. And don't forget for every heroes that crosses the seas to a foreign land, that are even more heroes here at home supporting them and each other. In memory of all of them, I reach up and wipe aside my tears, not away, just aside.