I’m sitting here at work. It’s pouring outside. A typical miserable Remembrance Day, except that it’s quite a bit warmer than it probably should be. For 10 years I stood outside in the rain, wind, sleet and snow, as a member of 722 Communication Reserve. After I put that part of my life behind me, I started taking my Grandfather to the ceremony at his local legion. After he passed away I took my kids. Now that I’m separated… there’s no one left to take. I’m almost relieved to be working today because it removes any guilt I would have felt for not attending a ceremony. There’s always an excuse… “It’s cold out. It’s wet out. I don’t like the crowds. I have to work.” Most of those excuses are pretty lame. Except the one of having to work.
Things have been so busy at work today that I haven’t been able to write the kind of quality post that I had hoped to.
But no matter how bad of a day that I think I’m having at work, it pales in comparison to what our Vets endured.
Something to think about…
Lest We Forget