I'm not a veteran, and I count myself fortunate that the people in my life who are currently or have previously served in the military all came back safely. So today I'll take a short morning run with the ghosts where my city's Memorial Park stands, on the grounds of a training facility that once sent thousands of men younger than me off to war. I'll grill hot dogs, drink a beer, hug my kids, and reflect a bit on words written my someone a lot more qualified to talk about this stuff than I am.
You should go read his blog today instead. Words of Wisdom.