My brother speaks at the Clinton Global Initiative regarding his project, Action Network: Haiti.
I think Ira and Serena Sayles would be proud of the link to this descendant!
Someday, when the lion lies with the lamb and neighbors everywhere love their neighbor, we humans will no longer need soldiers. But on this day I call to mind all those ancestors and relatives who died serving a greater cause; all those who witnessed the horror of war, returned home and lived their lives with grace and courage; and all those who set out today, on my behalf, to defend and protect our nation’s freedoms.
This Friday we stop to remember the courage and sacrifice of these Americans, and the support and perseverance of their families. Thank you.
*My daughter’s childhood friend since Kindergarten, expected to be deployed in Afghanistan early 2012.
Originally posted here on Memorial Day 2011.
I live behind the mountains, just one of the ridges that form the Appalachain Mountain Chain. On the other side of my mountain — Bunker Hill — lies the greater Wyoming Valley, subject of a piece on tonight’s NPR All Things Considered. Wilkes-Barre and its sister community, Kingston, have been evacuated.
Residents have carried pillows and blankets, toothbrush and medications, along with a few cherished photographs to higher ground. Businesses have sent employees home and locked their doors. Nursing homes have relocated dozens of residents to open hospital beds. Schools hold evacuees instead of students.
I am high, and dry, and will remain so even if the Susquehanna breaks through the sand bags and levees, and I can house anyone who finds themselves without shelter or food. So I filled my truck with fuel, and my pantry with dry and canned goods. I added milk and eggs to my refrigerator shelves, and several pounds of chicken and beef to my freezer drawers. Extra water was purchased and back up batteries stashed with freshly packed flashlights.
Folks are glued to their radios and televisions and websites; we are waiting for the announcement that our river has crested and is receding. We all wait, safely gathered on some higher ground.
For this I am grateful.