Monday, May 30, 2011
Wars have always both interested me and confused me. There are reasons when armed conflicts are necessary but still, never welcomed. Then there are wars when you just want to lock the two bullies in a closet and let them duke it out. Leave the rest of us out of it.
It was sometime back when I took a world wind tour of our Nation’s capital that the totality of war hit home for me. Most people visit Arlington to see the eternal flame or the unknowns and are moved, yes they were interesting but for me not so moving. For me it was the hill.
From that hill looking back toward the city moved me and brought my heart up into my throat. All you can see from the hill are small white dots in perfect rhythm, like a sea of tiny white gloved hands saluting you. I froze in awe and a tear fell down my cheek.
It was as if you could hear them whispering, “Thanks for coming, we did this for you.” That hill is where the confusion lifted and regardless of the reasons for the fight, my respect a veteran will always have.
Now every time I hear of some poor smuck bad mouthing our system or protesting for some lame reason, I think of the sea. The Arlington Sea of tiny white gloved hands saluting us, they did it for us. The least we can do is salute back.
I sure hope you are enjoying your long weekend and that the weather where you are is cooperating. We have gone from monsoon to desert. But hey, the mosquitos are having a great time.