Veteran’s Day
It’s Blog Tour de Troops Weekend. Something like fifty writers are getting together and giving away free books on their blogs to every commentor as well as giving away a book to a soldier. We’re also giving away Kindles to soldiers in celebration of the men and women who server to protect our freedoms.
You can start the tour at our head quarters: http://www.
I’m not officially scheduled to post in the tour until Monday, but I can’t let this day go by without saying something. So, I’ll leave you with my Veteran’s day thoughts, until Monday, where I may have a surprise or two waiting.
“Soldiers live. And wonder why.”
– Glenn Cook. Soldiers Live
This is the day when we celebrate those men and women who have fought for our country and our freedom. As I sit back and think of out country, the United States of America, and all that wee have been, we’ve had out good moments and bad moments – nothing is perfect – I am proud to be an American. Some of our leaders haven’t made the some of the best choices concerning our military over the last ten years, but by god, the men and women of our armed forces stepped up to that line and held it. I have friends whose families have been tested because one of them chose to serve and stand on that line, through all the problems, personal and professional, our soldiers have held that line so that the rest of us don’t have to. This is their day, and it’s not really enough. Thanks to all who have stood on that line and fought so that we continue to enjoy the freedoms of living in the United States of America.
[T]he unnamed soldier is a gift. The named soldier-dead, melted wax-demands a response among the living…a response no-one can make. Names are no comfort, they’re a call to answer the unanswerable. Why did she die, not him? Why do the survivors remain anonymous-as if cursed-while the dead are revered? Why do we cling to what we lose while we ignore what we still hold?
“Name none of the fallen, for they stood in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living. ”
― Steven Erikson, Deadhouse Gates
