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.
God of the ages, We thank You for all who have served in the armed forces of this country. We thank You for the freedom their sacrifice has earned and guarded for us. Help us to prize this freedom and use it well. We ask You to bless all living veterans in a special way today, as well as the families of all veterans. Comfort those who grieve for those who gave the last full measure of devotion. Strengthen those who bear physical, emotional, and spiritual wounds. Stand with those who provide care to them. Move us to reach out to sisters and brothers who are veterans, or relatives of veterans, or who currently serve in the military. We pray for the day when no one needs to serve in the military. Help us to live now in anticipation of that day, as people who long for peace, who pray for peace, and who seek to be peacemakers in this world.
We fought and defeated the mightest armada ever sent forth by the British Empire and became a Nation. Our veterans have liberated more people than any nation in history and asked nothing but a final resting place.
Shame of the century that no WWII Memorial was built on the Washington DC Mall until this decade; but it was finally built and I watched the dedication/opening ceremonies for it. So many old guys came with their uniforms on and the Marine Band played. I cried so hard I missed half of it. I hear John Philip Sousa music and cry anyway - military brat: But the sight of those old men just did me in. The silent generation. Silent because they saw things that have no words to describe them. Many of them were crying, too. I bow to them all.