We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We attended a family funeral on Saturday down in NJ. All of the vets' graves had flags. There were so many that it looked like a field of flags. The husband, my uncle-in-law, of the sweet gal who died was in the Normandy invasion, and in the war until it ended. By the end of the war, he was one of four surviving from his original platoon. Still in good shape. His war stories are remarkable - taking a castle! I sat next to a cousin-in-law USAF Col. at the funeral lunch. Vietnam Vet. All Irish, all warm and amusing - and all fairly sober.
We went to the National Cemetary in Tacoma. My boyfriends dad was a WWII vet (was at Pearl Harbor), Korea and a shooting instructor during Vietnam. The Cemetary was decorated nicely and I'm sure the turnout will be great today.
And the statue of this post reminds me of Walt's van. He is a Vietnam veteran and has a mural of that statue across one side of his van. It's nicely done and veterans especially like it. I'm grateful for the veterans that made it home and for the service of those that didn't.