All I've Got To Give

Both of my grandfathers served in our nation's armed forces, one in Korea and the other in WWII.  The Hubbs' grandfather served in the USAF.

A lifetime ago, on all counts.

The little sassy girl I babysat had an Army sergeant for a mom.  That same little sassy girl is now a chopper pilot for the USAF.

A boy I knew from track in high school, who had spent many an hour perfecting the pole vault alongside Hambone, lost his life overseas last year.

The guy who decided that my grandpa's nickname for me - Daisy - was a good fit, and called me solely by this new monaker from eighth grade through graduation...he's served in the Marines.

Quite a few others who have passed through my life, mostly schoolmates from decades past, have served or are currently serving our country.

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To those named above, and to all of the others whom I have yet to have the pleasure of meeting: thank you.

Some may think this holiday has gone in precisely the wrong direction, just another reason for blowout sales, sleeping late, and holiday pay.  But I can assure you that there are enough of us out there who appreciate your service, who strive to remember and honor you, on this day as well as all the others in the year.

None of us would be where we are today, if it wasn't for your bravery, your selflessness, your iron will.

Thank you doesn't seem enough, but it's all I've got to give.  Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.