Peeling away the slime
Sticky mess, slime.
Noun or verb?
Your choice. Just be done with it at least for today.
(Is it safe to turn on what passes for news? Dare to converse with people?)
Take today’s date, 11, as a sign: One won.
One as in individual? (It’s the chosen? Rescued?)
One as in group? (It’s a party? Will there be country dancing or leashes?)
One as in nation? (It’s a memory? That oneness fractured as things are?)
Through determination and conviction, unthinkable darkness was shoved back.
It’s Veteran’s Day.
Time to turn from all else so as not to diminish the importance.
Thanks Dad – and uncles and great grandparents, nieces, nephews, cousins, and kids down the block.
Thanks to those who struggled with morals and ethics of killing, but could not stand by and watch innocents willfully slaughtered.
Thanks to those who as toddlers staggered triumphantly from handhold to handhold. Only to have that staggering stopped years later during fierce struggle. Those, grown in size and heart – but not in parents’ eyes.
Thanks to those who hold them fast in their hearts even as they must drop their hands and let them go.
Thanks to those who stoically keep silent despite their insider knowledge and inner conflict with political games. All that matters is the higher calling of Honor and Country, indivisible.
In comparison we, here in front of the TV, seem such a petty pale reflection of your dedication and sacrifice.
Maybe we can crawl out of the slime and mudslinging long enough to re-evaluate what’s important.
Maybe we can turn and remember how
How Good triumphed.
And how some died to make sure it happened – to make you safe.
A simple thanks.
Hardly seems enough.
But know it’s given every single day:
Thanks to those gone on.
Thanks to those who return and quietly try to pick up their lives.
And the rest of you still on duty, stay safe, and come home.
Like you get the “thanks” in person.
Grateful and hopeful,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Related posts about WW II and the Rainbow Division:
“July 4th. The real Father’s Day” Dads went to war – for a reason. Families world-wide were glad.
“Talking Mules, Mines, and WW II” What mules taught soldiers during WW II – and saved some lives.
Photo essays on Military canines: (definitely worth a look – great pictures)
War Dog. Rebecca Frankel’s photos and article. Canines have been fighting along side soldiers for over 100 years.Yes, dogs do jump out of planes.
War Dog II by Rebecca Frankel.