Yesterday, I thought about my friends and relatives who have served this country over its many generations:
Two uncles who served in the Revolutionary War; the children of a Scottish ancestor who was "shanghied" on a business trip to London when he had too much to drink in a bar, and was a slave of Lord Baltimore in Maryland for many years.
A great-great-grandfather and uncle who served in the Civil War, one who "fought" for both sides as captured soldiers were sometimes forced to do.
A grandfather who was a band leader and photographer in WWI.
An uncle who was a POW in Japan for the final months before the Japanese surrender in WWII.
An uncle who was stationed in Germany during the occupation of that country shortly after WWII.
A friend who was a medic in Vietnam.
An ex-son-in-law and several cousins who have served in Iraq.
Christopher, a young man who I babysat as a child and who paid the ultimate price for us in Afghanistan a few months ago.
A grandson-in-law, who at this very moment is somewhere under the waters of the Pacific Ocean in the "boat" he helps sail.
I also thought about the many veterans who I got to know while the business I used to work for outfitted their vehicles and homes with accessibility devices to help them have mobility in their wheel chairs. One, Al Parsons, laid for a full day on that beach of infamy with a bullet in his back that had severed his spine, surrounded by the bodies of his buddies.
I also thought about my granddaughter's friends, many who I came to know from their visits in our home for movie nights, birthday parties, slumber parties, who are soldiers in Iraq.
Of course I thought about Gregory Matthews, that gentle Chaplain who has served the emotional and spiritual needs of many other soldiers over his years of service. And who couldn't think about fiesty J.R. Larimore, who is or was a member of this forum.
I thank each American who has served this country and pray that this country shows each one the proper gratitude and care that each deserves.