I just returned from a Veterans' Day event at our middle granddaughter's high school. An incredible event.
It will take me a couple of hours to decompress before I can blog again. Events like these always put things in perspective. I've written about my recent visit to Shiloh; that visit continues to resonate. I desperately need to visit Shiloh again.
The solemn slide show at these events always brings tears to my eyes: amazing the number of alumni from this high school that went on to serve over the last several decades. I found my mind wandering, recalling all the close friends with whom I served over the years.
The walk through the veterans' memorial garden was amazing. One of only thirteen such gardens that Jane Goodall commemorated / dedicated at time of opening several decades ago.
The speaker, a master sergeant (retired) / first sergeant -- a "woman of color" -- one of the best speakers I've ever had the privilege to hear.
Emma: John Brown University; Christian missionary.
Whittaker: Pratt & Whitney engines; student pilot; school photographer.
Ovine (?): Indian, leadership council.
Zachary: Duke or Vanderbilt.
Photos will be posted later.
Watching WWII movies now on TCM. The between-movie vignettes honoring veterans are simply incredible.
