A Personal Journal of opinions on life and what I want to talk about. Maybe I’ve changed the names. In this day and age the term role model is greatly abused. It is given to entertainers, athletes, and celebrities. The list of these people that I admire and in some cases idolize and respect is long. But they are not role models. Ka Ka was. He was my Grandfather, my hero, my rock, my guiding light, a shoulder to cry on, my support group and my Ka Ka. He is who I want to be when I grow up.
Friday, September 10, 2010
9/11/Forever
After the initial shock of watching an act of war being committed on American soil a sadness that I had never felt before, even in combat while serving in Vietnam, engulfed my soul. I was saddened by the loss of men, women, children, husbands, wives, sons, daughters, family and friends. Saddened even more by what I knew would be a weak response by our government, its leaders and the most powerful military on the face of the earth, by no fault of their own. My experience told me that many more lives would be lost, senseless to some degree, yet heroic that again thousands of men and women would answer the call to protect our so precious freedoms. For those murdered that day my sadness cannot be measured. For those that sacrificed their existence that day in an effort to help others my respect is endless. For the men and women that have answered the call to duty, stepped into harm’s way, sacrificed ultimately, physically, mentally without one selfish thought my heart and soul will always celebrate your contribution and dedication as a member of the greatest group of people ever assembled; the American Military. Thank you. For anyone and everyone be assured that if you lost a loved one here or on any foreign soil, they have not and will not be forgotten.
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