11/11/11; God Bless Veterans
I’m not terribly into numerology, but I was struck by the notion that today is a once in a lifetime occurrence in terms of dates and date. No shortage of puff pieces have been written about the random errata about the date, and I’ll skip most of it.
I typically write something around this time each year, for two reasons: first, one of the few regrets I have in life is that I never followed my teenage dreams of serving in our armed forces, and secondly because I have an overwhelming respect for our military.
Like many of us in the post-9/11 era, I make a point to thank veterans for their service anytime I can, I tend to stop uniformed servicemen and women to shake their hands, and I’m generally an obnoxiously patriotic fan of America and the military professionals who keep her free.
Given that I’m writing this a bit late in the morning, I’ll let others share deeper reflections than are appropriate when scribbling notes between convention sessions (I’m entrenched in Kansas City at the National Association of Farm Broadcasting’s annual gathering), but suffice it so say, I am grateful for the service and sacrifice.
We live in the greatest nation in the history of the world, and it remains so by the dedication and service of patriots and everyday heros. On this Veterans Day, remember the fallen, but thank the living. God bless America, and may God continue to bless her Soldiers, Sailors, Marines and Airmen.