Armistice Day

I think this is the first time in 29 years that i have not paraded and paused somewhere in the world to remember the sacrifices of the fallen, and the struggles of those live with unhealed physical and mental wounds from war.

Slippers. Medals unpolished. Coughing during the silence. Unshaven. Hand on chair for balance.

To absent friends.

And to those still carrying mental and physical wounds unhealed.

And to those who fought by our sides in Afghanistan that now hide in grave danger.

Lest we forget.

“Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.” -Martin Luther King Jr.

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