Well, I’m sitting here watching Deadliest Catch (or as my son calls it, the Crabby Patty Show) and thinking about..you know..stuff. Like how I can sit here under a blanket, watching the tube, my husband next to me, our sons and daughters upstairs, all of us safe and warm. Meanwhile, someone else’s sons and daughters are stuck in a country far from home. They are surely never safe, and likely a lot less comfortable. Some of them will never return, and they all know that. Whether any of us agree with what is going on in Iraq and Afghanistan doesn’t change the gravity of what these people are doing to let us keep the way of life that we often take for granted. What kind of thanks is good enough for the soldiers when they come home? What do you say for the people who don’t come home? What words can even begin to be worthy? I hope they can hear our fumbling attempts at gratitude and know what we are trying to say, and that the appreciation can help repay them for their sacrifices, if only a small part.
This being said, I have to give a nod to our leaders, as well. I can’t remember a president in my lifetime who hasn’t fried my bacon in one way or another, but at the end of the day, I wouldn’t want their job. Imagine the havoc of the post-Sept 11 tragedy, knowing that over 250 million people are wanting to know what *you* are going to do about this. Our country’s leaders may not always do what makes us feel good, but I’m glad someone is willing to take on the job.
Enough said..I’ll get off my soapbox and go kiss my little bugs goodnight. Everyone have a great Memorial Day!
Newbie and crew