In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

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One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Memorial Day

I posted this in 2013. The words are what are on my mind today. 

I'm not a veteran. I never served in the armed forces, so I only have a glimpse of what they face.

I've been away from home, had things happen I had no control over, and suffered with worry until I was home in a relatively short period of time. It was nothing like what our armed forces face, when they're thousands of miles from home, everything turns to crap and they have to keep on doing what they're doing, in spite of the fact they've lost family, or their house burned down, or their spouse moved on....the list goes on forever.

When you add all the adversities life presents -  and death -  those that served were removed from all they loved, cherished, hoped for and were anticipating. They left this earth, while the problems continued and their family, and friends, were left with only memories; embellished by a loss that's too deep to express.

The loss of a loved one is never something to be taken lightly. The loss of a member of our armed forces accentuates the dangers the world presents and society can only observe the damage, without any real method to repair the damage. Those left behind only have fragments of their former life. They scrape up the pieces and try to put  it together again.

Honor those that left while serving this great nation. It's a tiny thing to do, when compared to their sacrifice.


  1. John 15:13 No one can have greater love than to lay down his life for his friends.

    Thanks doesn't feel like enough.

    1. It never does. Dying, while being scared shitless, isn't a pleasant thing.

  2. People who go into the service risk a lot, though they usually don't think about it. If you get killed at 22, and would otherwise have lived to be 80, that's a lot of moonlit nights, Christmases, days at the beach......

    1. Yep, and other than a few kind words on special occasions, nobody really thinks about spending weeks with your ass cheeks stuck together, hours of boredom, and then finding your best friends intestines landing in your lap.