I’m free.

Someone, somewhere in time, bought that for me and I am so grateful.  More than I’ll ever be able to express.  Both of my grandfathers were in the military, one was a fighter pilot in WWII, the other in the Navy.   An uncle was in Vietnam and actually was a funny and endearing man, despite his continued struggle throughout the rest of his life with PTSD.

I had a cousin who fought with a tank division in the first Gulf war and a brother-in-law who briefly served with the Marines.  Not to mention my other brother-in-law who is a defender of his local community as a dedicated police officer.  My husband, who has never served in an official capacity, but who I know would die for me and our children if it was necessary.  And, last but not least,  my eight-year-old son who avidly comes to my defense when I’m being tickled.  He is already exhibiting that manly ability to see when someone needs to be freed and protected. *grin*

I love that.

Yesterday our town had a parade and, despite the fact that it was pouring rain, people still came in droves like the die-hard, Midwest people they are.  I loved it when some veterans strode by how people stood and saluted and cheered and had little tears in their eyes.

So, how about you?  Who are your heroes?  Post a comment…I would love to hear.