At 11:40 this morning, I headed up to the deck in the back yard. I knew there was a plane scheduled to fly over the medical center to commemorate Memorial Day and to honor first responders, and I wondered if I'd be able to see it. Fortunately for me, right on time, at 11:42, I saw it fly into view, bank sharply, and then fly off to my right.
I don't have any pretty words today because there's nothing pretty about war and there's nothing beautiful about the deep, impossible pain of saying a far-too-early farewell to a loved one.
So for those who have given all in the name of our freedom, I am grateful.
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