Today as I was driving (yet again) to visit my dad, I remember something I wished I’d put in the previous post about Father’s Day. My daddy is a WWII veteran and has a purple heart, many other metals, and the deep emotional pride in his country to prove it.
As I arrived in the small western Oklahoma town where I grew up and he still lives, I was traveling up the one main street that runs the length of town and I noticed people in their cars with American flags waving and folks standing along the sidewalks. I wondered what was going on and that was the first question out of my mouth when I arrived at Dad’s house. He got that look on his face that told me he was trying to appear calmer than he felt, and said……..Shug, it’s a heroes tribute to a hometown young man who was killed in Iraq last week and is being brought home to be laid to rest. Gulp. I had to take a deep breath myself and I thought of the present war and past wars and of the brave souls who gave the ultimate sacrifice for my freedom and offered a silent prayer of thanks.
Honor your dad on Sunday if you are lucky enough to still have him, but also please thank a veteran everyday for your freedom.
Freedom doesn’t come cheap.
)))peace(((
September 7, 2008 at 9:05 pm
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