A Thank -You Will Never Be EnoughPosted Monday, November 7, 2011, at 9:10 PM
Glenn Rest Cemetery Veterans Section
Veterans Day should mean more than a holiday weekend or some fantastic sale at a department store. Honoring our flag for a mere 3 or 4 minutes should not makes us impatient for a sporting event to begin.
Yesterday, I watched the singing of the National Anthem by Terry Bradshaw's daughter at a football game. It saddened me that most people couldn't be bothered to put their hands over their hearts or even stand to attention. And even more disturbing was the sight of people checking their watches.
Can we not stand and reflect on the greatness of our country and salute those who have served us so faithfully for a mere 3 or 4 minutes? If it was not for those who sacrificed their lives for the raising of that flag, we would not be enjoying the wonders of a football or baseball game.
Being in the military takes a special kind of courage and dedication. I know that I wouldn't have survived boot camp for a day, let alone 6 weeks. Most assuredly, my bed wouldn't pass muster each morning and I would probably find myself scrubbing the toilets with my toothbrush.
But there are those who consider themselves as klutzy as I am and took the challenge to endure the boot-camp experience and test their mettle on the battlefield or in some other type of service. I salute you for your perseverance.
We have all heard stories of great courage and sacrifice over the years. But there are many stories that will never be told. Our brave young men and women have come home seeking a quiet space to heal both physically and spiritually.
Feats of bravery and valor are not measured by a medal or commendation. They are measured by the strength and courage exhibited by those who decide to become a soldier.
Thank a Vet on Friday. Instead of purchasing a new recliner or an appliance; make a donation to a charity that will directly benefit our wounded warriors.
Thank You to those who have given their all for those of us who enjoy the freedoms of American Life. Words cannot express how grateful I am to each of you who have served.
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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.