I have long believed that we are quick to take for granted the men and women in our armed forces who strive to keep us safe in our beds. The fact that we
can take their work for granted is a testimony to their overall success.
So, let me extend my personal thanks to all who have served (or are serving) under our nation's flag. In particular, let me publicly thank those vets whose blogs I follow regularly;
Terry,
Bryan, and
Daniel (who, alas, is no longer blogging, but is still serving for his second time in Iraq as a 'stop lossed' soldier).
And finally, my deepest thanks and respect go to my father, who, as a 20-year-old second lieutenant, led his platoon through a long night in 1945 upon a height they called Coconut Hill, on the island of Cebu in the Philippines. I cannot comprehend the occurrences of that night. I only know that 60 years later the nightmares continue to visit you on some nights, and that you can still weep for those who died.