I hate to be the one who clouds the sunshine (notional and/or actual) of a three-day holiday weekend but why not just consider it as part of the service. We're so used to each of our days rushing past us in a never-ending stream we sometimes forget others, elsewhere, sacrificed theirs so we could do whatever we choose with ours.
Even, and especially, when we choose to do nothing.
Sometimes words are not enough like this time.
Thank you to those who served and sacrificed your lives for ours.
I hope we prove to have been worthy.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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