Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
Monday, May 31, 2010
Today is set aside as a holiday. One to remember those who have given their lives in service to this nation's military throughout the centuries, to honor what they sacrificed and remind ourselves as a country the price which continues to be paid daily for the freedoms and luxuries we have.
A great many people will view it as just another excuse for a three day weekend, to have a party, sleep late, or catch up on chores.
Others will take a moment to reflect upon these sacrifices, and will take part in a parade, or say thank you to a veteran, or any of a hundred other things.
As for myself - every day tends to be Memorial Day. The random thoughts and memories of friends who have passed on, or sharing a story when I spend time with someone we both knew. A quiet reflection as I consider how lucky I am to have made it through my experiences relatively intact; the reminders of those who weren't so fortunate, and of the loved ones they left behind. Wives and husbands, sons and daughters, parents and friends, all denied the chance to be with that special person ever again.
As a nation we have problems and disagreements. But we also live in an amazing time, with freedoms and opportunities the majority of the world can only dream of. Every one of these is owed to the men and women who throughout the years have given of their own lives to build what we have today.
I miss my friends - this weekend reminds me of that more than most. But I am reminded on this beautiful morning that life goes on, and that we honor their memory best by using the days we have been provided to build the world they dreamed of. With the laughter and smiles of my children, the sun rising over my home, and the future ahead, I am blessed by those who have passed before me.
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13
Posted by Captain Tightpants at 10:11 AM
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