My kids think I’m crazy, because I love to listen to books about war. Especially the civil war here in the United States. I like to entrench myself in the stories of soldiers, officers, generals, and the people of the times, and see if I can feel some kind of legitimate reverence worthy of their honor. Today I stand here in a car dealership, grateful for a good life, and especially my freedom. I have not been asked to sacrifice as much. Instead I feel the gravity of their honor. The need to keep marching.
Happy Veterans Day.