11/11

 

For Bill, my Marine gym rat buddy; for Amster, who never disappoints.  For Terry and Moose and Stroker and Diane's boyfriend and Donnie the sweater wearing eye doctor, all of whom fought a war and returned, unappreciated.  For Aaron and Kevin and Courtney, part of the 21st century's unending wars.

Aaron Sorkin was right when he wrote (and Jack Nicholson screamed)  that we here at home can't stand the truth, the truth that you lived.  Care packages and parades and Facebook posts are something, but nothing can ever be enough. 

This is all I've got: Thank you for keeping us safe.  

And, perhaps, a moment of silence at 11am.....
when the shooting stopped forever..........

the first time.