Veteran's Day

I generally rerun something I wrote back in 2007 for today. I guess I'm lazy?!?! At any rate, I think I said pretty much all I had to say back then. However, others speak volumes with their short posts, and are quite eloquent in how they do so.

The shape of the dog tag would change somewhat over the years, but its purpose has remained the same: to identify the fallen when they can no longer identify themselves. In other words, it’s a preparation for something you’d rather not think about.

There are times when I think the whole nation would rather not think about things like that; there is much talk of peace, comparatively little about the idea that maybe you have to fight once in a while to obtain it. They forget that during most of human history, peace was the exception, not the rule; and they believe that ultimately, mankind will happily lay down its arms. Anyone who’s ever had any of those arms pointed at him knows better. But there are fewer and fewer of them — of us — to serve as a reminder, and so we forget, lulled into a false sense of security by those who prefer butter to guns, or would if butter didn’t have so much darned saturated fat.

This is from Charles G. Hill, my blogging guru for whom I have a great deal of respect.

Go and read the whole thing.