Good Morning, all you Canteen folks, and all the ships at sea!
We all vividly recall That Day, eleven years ago now. We remember where we were, what we ate, what we were doing and how the planet stopped rotating for a few hours.
Yesterday evening, The Bride and I attended a PTA meeting at high school. The whole of the campus was festooned with flags, banners, bunting and borders. I am usually very cold and cynical about the next generation; that sight left me not unpleasantly surprised.
That day, I was immersed in Active Duty folderol followed by missions and orders. Today, eleven years after, I am immersed in wedding plans and a new beginning.
But I shall never forget.
Good morning, Sarge! I,too, am in mourning again this morning. I thank you for YOUR service after that day. I am compelled to watch what I can of the memorials...I don’t WANT it to become “just another day”!
...or just “a day of community service” that this current idiot in the white house has proclaimed for remembrance!