The ones who served and the ones who waited
Dear Readers: Every Veterans Day, I always remember a woman I once met in an airport. She was sitting quietly by a window, holding a small American flag in one hand and a welcome home sign in the other. The edges of the sign were worn, clearly used more than once. Her son had been deployed three times. “He says not to make a fuss,” she told me, smiling through tears. “But how do you not make a fuss when your whole heart is finally coming home?” That is what Veterans Day feels like to me, a moment to make a fuss. To stop and remember that behind every salute, every medal, ...
