Sit down, coffee’s almost done. I’m brewin’ up some of that good ol’ camp coffee. Sure is goin’ to be a busy weekend for some. That’s fine and right, but hope the folk out there don’t forget the reason for the little holiday. Remember those who sacrificed for this country–those that gave so that we can celebrate this weekend.
Take time to remember the fallen pard. It should be a time of celebration, but it should also be a time of solemnity as we remember. As far as I know I only had two of my relatives die in service to their country. One was a distant cousin and I’d have to go look up his first name; he was one of the Fansons and he died at Normandy during D-Day. My Uncle James died in Vietnam back in 1966. I can remember coming home from school and seein’ the Pastor’s car in front of the house. Not a real strange sight, as he would make family visits. But as soon as I walked in the door I could sense somethin’ wasn’t right. My Uncle Bobby – wasn’t wounded, but he was a corpsman at Port Moresby and went insane. He spent much of his adult life in the state hospital.
So don’t take for granted their sacrifice while you’re enjoyin’ family. They didn’t complain; they had their duty and they went and did it. Something more people should consider. This should not be a day of hatred, but a day of remembrance.
Sorry, Pard, not my normal, entertainin’ self. What say I pour you another cup?
Live in the freedom that was purchased for you, but always remember. Just as we should never forget what Jesus did on the cross. He sacrificed His life so that we could be free from the bondage of sin. Live in the freedom that He purchased for you, but always remember.
Go ahead, and get on down the road. You be safe, y’hear? By the way, my new book is ready for purchase on Amazon: The Outlaws of Boulder Canyon. Grab yurself a copy, treat yurself to some fine readin’ and a good story. Don’t be in such a rush that yuh forget to check yur cinch. One of my old pards, fell and that’s what I’m a-thinkin’ he did.