Armistice Day

That's what they called it when I was a kid and as I was growing up. Don't we wish there was still a reason to call it that? Having spent 2 days at the Veteran's Hospital with my husband, who is a Korean War Veteran, I am more anti-war than ever. But I have also gained respect for those who are putting their lives on the line every day. When we entered the hospital on Monday, the vets offering to point us to the elevators asked why we were there and I said "medical." They laughed and said "everyone who comes in here is for medical." Oops. Yes, we sat around for hours. And while we sat, I observed the others who were waiting: all ages, sizes, races, and physical conditions. People in wheelchairs, those with two canes and with other disabilities,many of whom were there because of war injuries. Mostly men, but there was one young woman - probably early 20's -who was either a vet or is in the service. Two marines who didn't know each other till they spotted the other's USMC caps, formed an instant rappport and hugged. I never really understood till now. So here is my virtual toast to the courageous men and women in the service and my hope that we will bring them all home, now!