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Saluting Those Who Have and Are Protecting Us

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Most likely you know someone who has either been or is currently serving our country in the military.

My husband served as a medic in the Air Force during the Viet Nam War. My Dad and father-in-law served in the army. My brother served in the Marines spending time in Japan. My brother-in-law served in the Navy. The only service our family missed was the Coast Guard. 

Like you, I have numerous friends who have served in the military as well. Most came home. Some did not.

The ones who came home often felt forgotten after a period of time, but the dreams and memories of the time spent in service never left them. They felt in their heart service was honorable, something they were doing for their loved ones and their country. Few regret their choice.

And so I am thinking about how I am spending this day which has been set aside to remember and thank the brave men and women who have and are serving our country. There was only one choice, be thankful for their gift.

So let's do it. 

Help me make a list of things to thank our military men and women for:

the freedom to vote
the freedom to post this blog
the freedom to go to college
the freedom to work at the job of my choice
the freedom to attend the church of my choice

Your turn: how would you say thanks?

Comments

Janice said…
The freedom to travel many roads, waters, rails and by air. I remember the sadness I felt when I no longer heard the planes overhead after 9/11 since we are frequently under a flight pattern for what I've heard is the world's busiest airport. That was just a short taste of what a lack of freedom would mean without the efforts of those who are and have been in the armed forces. My father was retired from the Navy. We have a nice group of veterans in my church. They are fine people.
Good thoughts, Janice. Who would have thought of missing the sounds of an airport? Thanks for reminding us.:)

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