On this day, more than most, I think about the word service and what it means to me as an American. Usually hanging on my office wall are my great-great grandfa William’s discharge papers . . . from the Union Army. Next to it, my grandfather’s discharge from WWI. My own father served for 34 years: WWII, Korea, Vietnam. My mother served; she met and married my father in the Pacific during WWII. What the heck, I’m a writer, so I could go on and on and on about your contributions and not half cover how I feel. And so, as inadequate as it is, I’ve resigned myself to simply say, “Thank you.”
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 01:05:15 +0000