Today I sat in on a meeting filled with political types who were meeting for the first time since the election just one week ago (was it really just one week ago? It seems almost like a lifetime). The room was quiet.
"Why is everyone so glum?" somebody asked.
"It's veteran's day," I said.
"Isn't Memorial Day the somber day? Aren't we supposed to be happy and jump around and cheer today?"
"I don't know," I replied. "My dad used to always tell be to be quiet and stop jumping around all the time and he was a veteran."
I have only one thought about veterans day -- my father was the greatest man I ever knew. He served as a forward observer for mortar fire during the Korean War. In his memory I honor and respect any person who has ever worn a uniform in defense of my freedom.
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