I’m here reading about D-Day, Gettysburg and Teddy’s ride up San Juan Hill. I’ve watched Bob Hope entertaining the troops switching to Taps at Arlington. It brings to mind my Dad also a soldier and a boyfriend who didn’t come home from Vietnam.
To quote Civil War General, William Tecumseh Sherman, ‘War is hell’…and me, heartbreaking, hellish and humbling.
I like to think of myself as patriotic, but as I said to my friend Ed, then why am I always getting out of jury duty?
He told me how he watched a film that had a platoon of soldiers placing an American Flag on every grave at Arlington National Cemetery in Washington D.C. How they use their boot to space them just right. Just hearing about it put a lump in my throat.
It’s hard not to have love and respect for the military whether it’s past or present. I think I may have watched Ken Burn’s film Civil War a hundred times never failing to be moved and humbled at the built-in bravery of such young men.
I remember after the first time I saw it writing to Mr. Burns at his home in Walpole, New Hampshire asking why was I was affected over a war that happened…
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