Veteran's Day thoughts
On November 10 and November 11, the weather in the mid-Atlantic region was outstanding. Bright sunshine, crisp early mornings, warm afternoons. Each day, my ride started just after sunrise when there are few people stirring. By the time I finished, it was mid morning and there were not even any outside tables available at my favorite Annapolis coffee and book shop. Oh well, when the weather is fine, the chances are that there will be lots of people interested in sharing it.
On November 11, the choice to take a break in Annapolis near the end of the ride was well timed. I had a chance to read most of the Sunday (it comes out on Saturday) Washington Post and digest all of the commentary from around the world on the recent American elections. As I read, people were gathering for a Veteran's Day ceremony. A local high school band, several Boy Scout troops and representatives from a number of local veteran's organizations joined city leaders for an inspiring celebration and memorial of what service men and women have done for the country.
With the bright sun and breezy weather, the flags were highlighted and snapping. I will freely admit that emotion overtook me as the speakers talked about the sacrifices and as I remembered the hundreds of noble men and women that I have known during the past twenty nine years that I have carried a military ID card. The thought that caused tears to actually stream was the thought of a young man who went to school with my daughter and is now lying in a bed in Bethesda without any legs and with serious internal injuries. God Bless, Andrew.