Remembering the Veterans


Because my patriotic heart is heavy after the results of the election, I can’t find words to say what I want to say, so I will share a Veteran’s Day article I wrote in 2009. And to all the people who have started using the election results as an excuse to be ugly in deeds and voice, I say STOP! STOP! STOP!

This Veteran’s Day I want to take a moment to say thanks to the members of my family who have served in the military.

In my immediate family I have a daughter who was in the Army and a son who was in the Marines. They spent many years debating which branch was the best, and still have a friendly rivalry. Dany did not serve during an active war, but David served during Desert Storm.

My husband was in the Air Force, and, like Dany, he was lucky enough to miss conflict.

My brother served in the army in Vietnam. It was the worst two years of his life.

Going further back, I’m proud to say that every generation of my father’s family had men serving in the military going clear back to the Revolutionary War. It was humbling and awe-inspiring to see all the headstones in the small graveyard in West Virginia a few years ago.

While serving in the military is something that I support and honor on a patriotic level I also agree with what Andy Rooney said last Sunday on 60 minutes. He wondered why we don’t have a day that honors not going to war.

He said, “Too many young men and women with a whole life ahead of them are getting killed before they have a chance to live it and for what? Of all the things that men do – historically mostly men – fighting a war to kill other men is the most uncivilized.”


And now a couple of jokes to get the weekend off on a lighter note. They are a bit naughty, and keep in mind that they were sent to me by a girlfriend who is 80+. We are never too old for a little naughty. LOL

An old Italian man in Brooklyn is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside, “Guido, I wan’ you lissina me. I wan’ you to take-a my chrome plated …38 revolver so you will always remember me.”

“But grandpa, I really don’t like guns.. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?”

“You lissina me, boy! Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home and maybe a couple of bambinos.

“Somma day you gonna come-a home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. Whatta you gonna do then point at your watch and say times up?”

A woman and her twelve-year-old son were riding in a taxi in Detroit. It was raining and all the prostitutes were standing under awnings.

“Mom,” said the boy, “what are all those women doing?”

“They’re waiting for their husbands to get off work,” she replied.

The taxi driver turns around and says, “Geez lady, why don’t you tell him the truth? They’re hookers, boy! They have sex with men for money.”

The little boy’s eyes get wide and he says, “Is that true Mom?”

His mother, glaring hard at the driver, answers “Yes”.

After a few minutes, the kid asks, “Mom, if those women have babies, what happens to them?”

She said, “Most of them become taxi drivers.”

And I love this food for thought:

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

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