Most of us probably know some veterans.  I ran across an article about 50 companies that are known for being especially friendly to hiring veterans:

http://www.victorymediainc.com/staticmedia/Top50/2008PR/GIJ.TOP50.2008.List.pdf

Might be worth a look and thanks too all of our armed forces and their families.

Godspeed, John

The tears that now stain my eyes

will one day soon no longer scar my mind

for want of a rock to rest these bones

for want of manna to give me strength

for as far as I flee, You won’t leave me

To make my path clear and clean

You gave Your life as a ransom for me

though I stumble and curse Your name

You never flinched from Your word

Your bones could not be broken

Just Your heart for history to observe

A debtor I can never repay You

My frailty is but proof

grace fell from heaven incarnate in the tomb

mercy made manifest in blessed Mary’s womb

Copyright May 1998, from the compilation, Our Barren Bounty by John R. Conley, Vagabond’s Rose Publishing

All Rights Reserved

ForbesTraveler.com has a slideshow about the prettiest towns in America.  I wondered if any from Georgia would be on the list like maybe Madison or Savannah.  Lo and  behold, the port city did make it……..along with some of the usual suspects and ones I didn’t realize were considered beautiful….like Deadwood.  I need to get out more and see the country.

“The Peace Prize judges won’t see it this way, but America has gone to Europe twice in the past century to fight for peace. This is an old concept, and has to do with killing killers so they can’t kill anymore. It cost America a lot to do this, and we kept no territory, as they say, beyond the graves where our soldiers lie. America then taxed itself and gave its wealth not only to its allies but to its former adversaries, to help them rebuild. We didn’t actually have to do this. We did it to make the world better. We did it to foster peace. (They should give us a prize.)” –columnist Peggy Noonan

 

I can add a little bit to Peggy Noonan’s quote.  We did keep some territory beyond the graves although this is no land made of dirt, dust, rock and stone.  This path is well-trod and familiar surroundings for those who survived the perils of the first two world wars in the depths of their minds and souls : a soldier’s memories of brothers-in-arms gone in an instant and loved ones back home who have faded letters or some medals to hold in place of a father, mother, son, daughter, husband, wife, brother, sister, or friend.

My bet is America wouldn’t even demand a Nobel Peace Prize  no matter how warranted (certainly now it has been denigrated in awarding one to President Obama, for what I have no clue).  Just some peace and some genuine thanks from the peoples liberated and recognition from us, the offspring of the Greatest Generation that our freedoms (or what are left of them) were paid in blood, tears, toil, and strife by heroes and ordinary men and women to help those who needed help the most.