Today is Veterans Day. The day we Americans honor our servicemen and servicewomen. Liberty does not come without a price. It must be defended, and sacrifices must be made so that it is preserved. We ask this of every citizen. But we all know that in the end, it is our military to whom we owe the most for keeping us free.
We must not forget this. Not today or on any other day. That Americans in uniform in far-flung lands have been grievously wounded and have given their lives for what we just did a week ago. To vote in a free election.
Nothing sinks in this idea so deeply than to hear of another casualty on the battlefield. I read this morning the ChicagoNow blog(Our Newest Veterans) by Denise Williams who writes movingly of her own bereavement: a son in Afghanistan. I mourn her loss, and honor the service of her valiant son.
Perhaps no one expressed better what I feel for Denise and for all families who have lost their loved ones in war than President Lincoln who wrote these undying words of solace to a Mrs. Bixby, whose five sons died "gloriously on the field of battle".
"I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom."