It is November 12, Veteran’s Day in the United State, a day when we remember all those who are serving and have served in the armed forces of the United States (Memorial Day is when we specifically remember those who died). The Washington Post has an article from Elizabeth L. Robbins, an Army major, commenting on the support our troops continue to receive from those back home. The thing I found most revealing about the article was the disclaimer attached to the end by the Washington Post.
Elizabeth L. Robbins, an Army major, deployed in May in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. The views expressed here are her own. [Emphasis added.]
If that isn’t an accurate commentary on the disconnect between those who serve, most of the common citizens of our country, and those in the halls of power, in this case the MM (mainstream media), I do not know what is. It is truly sad.
Today I also remember my brother, Alan James Meisheid, who died on August 10, 1968, during the Tet Offensive (panel 44 west, Vietnam War Memorial). A team member tripped a booby trap that wounded one other and killed him.
But beyond my brother, I remember all those others who have served and are serving at great risk for our country. I remember my own service in the Air Force from 1966-1970 and my own two near death experiences. I remember my tennis partner at Utapao AFB, a captain who lived because he switched duty to play in our semi-final match in the base doubles tournament. His replacement died when a B-52 blew up after crashing on takeoff.
Today I especially remember the men and women with whom I work with at Andrews Air Force base, in AFOSI (Air Force Office of Special Investigations). I remember that just last week we lost three agents to an IED, good men all. At this moment I remember Mark L. Walker, Special Agent, DAFC, Chief, Mission Integration under whom I work, who just left for a six month deployment in Iraq. May God guard every step he takes until he returns safely home.
I respect all the men and women serving our country, doing the hard work in difficult and dangerous places.
Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don’t turn up at all. Sam Ewing [I would point out that hard dangerous work spotlights character even more.]
In closing I would note, “Some do; some don’t; some will; some won’t.” I pray I am always among the do and will, turning up my sleeves as needed. May you be among those also.
Grace and peace to your day.