I took a "Freedom Walk" on my mobility scooter (or for me, not so much "walking") with the VFW and American Legion yesterday as a way to "never forget".
As if I could... the first guy I ever sponsored in AA was murdered in the Pentagon on 9/11. I owe him a 20 Year sobriety chip I never got to go to DC to give him that year, and hope to leave it on his "bench" memorial in the next year.
I finally joined the Legion this February 22, 10 years to the day after leaving active duty for the last time after 28 years of service, mostly because my knees and back couldn't do it anymore.
It was good to talk yesterday with other men, some much older than me, who wanted to get back into the war horse harness as badly as I did in the days following 9/11; men who were just as frustrated as I was when they left us out to pasture because battle is a young man's "game".
Yesterday I finally gave myself permission to mourn my friend.
I hope everyone else had the day they needed to have.
Shalom,
John
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If you would know a man, observe how he treats a cat.-
from "The Door into Summer" (1957), chapter 1 (Robert Anson Heinlein)
Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. (again, RAH)
