I don’t usually post anything particular on this day. There are no vets in my family on either side. It almost feels weird that is it so. Not a one? That does not mean, however, that I do not purchase my poppy every year, that I do not respect what all our vets have done; that I do not feel pain that so many find themselves pushed aside, suffering from PTSD and other malaises.
I do, however, have friends currently in the military or who have retired from service so for them as well, I share this beautiful song by Trevor Guthrie. Proceeds to this song go towards raising funds for Wounded Warriors of Canada
Friday Fictioneers time already! The weeks sure do fly. Just so happens there will be lots of stories of war, heroes, Remembrance Day; as well there should. I was going to resist, but I could not. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers weekly and to J.Hardy Carroll for providing us with this thought-provoking photo.
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Today marks Remembrance Day or Veterans Day, depending on where you live.
All over social media are commemorations of loved ones who’ve participated in one war or another.
I feel so strange that there is not one member of my family, on either side, to my knowledge, who has served in the military and/or given up their life for my country.
Though I’ve graves to visit, none are for this type of hero.
Yet I wear the poppy. And I volunteer at my boys’ school where we celebrate veterans.
“Lest we forget.” Words repeated the world over, as we should.