I will not say “Happy Veterans Day,” because it was and is a terrible – no matter how necessary – thing that we asked those men and women to do on our behalf. I always remember this paragraph:
Johnny thought back to ’44 when he had first seen them march, old men and young boys, because the proper “shooters” were away to war. And of something that should not be on Broad Street in Philadelphia on the first day of January, men riding in the parade because, merciful Heaven forgive us, they could not walk.
Thank you.
Moe Lane
Just when I thought I had read EVERYTHING fiction written by the Grand Master, someone comes up with a gem I haven’t read yet. Something bittersweet, even maudlin, but undeniably good to show me I still haven’t looked hard enough.
Thanks Moe.