I posted this on Nov. 14th, 2005. Since that time, my cousin Tim has passed, my son has returned to Virginia from his service in the Marine Corps and my youngest daughter is now serving in the Marines. Friends have been deployed to the sandbox, fortunately, they've returned unharmed. One picked up a nasty set of chest complications whilst in "a secure, undisclosed location." I've been fortunate, others, much less so.
This evening I read a comment that I disagree with: "fissures running deep into the crumbling edifice upon which the US military stands."
Our service personnel still fight in far-off places, keeping our shores safe. I don't believe the "edifice upon which the U.S. military" stands is crumbling, elstwise, those men and women wouldn't be doing what they are doing so well, at for some, a terrible price.
Monday, I went up to the borders of Occupied Virginia again, traveling mostly on secondary roads, passing through towns instead of bypassing them on expressways. Flags still fly. People wave at passing strangers' cars. The edifice seems to be in pretty good shape.
Semper Fi.
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14 November, 2005
THIS WEEKEND I went on a trip to Occupied Virginia to visit my cousin and my son's godparents. Some of the thoughts I had on the way back to Roanoke.
Got back around 20:30 Sunday. Russ gave me a photo of David all spiffed up in his dress uniform. Seeing that, I guess it finally sunk in. Somehow, Russ telling me that he'd been to PI for David's graduation didn't have the impact on me that a photo of David in Marine dress did.
I drove back to Roanoke on US 29 and US 460 -- the 29th Infantry Division Memorial Highway and the 116th Infantry Division Memorial Highway, respectively. 29 and 460 are local roads, old roads. They wander down and across Virginia, passing through small farming towns, going through battlefields from the War. Brandy Station is on US 29, it crosses the Rappahannock River not far from Brandy Station. Haymarket and Gainesville. Culpeper, where one of the men who died in Iraq lived. John S. Mosby operated in the area. George C. Marshall went to college at VMI in Lexington, not far from Route 29. Stonewall Jackson taught at VMI and conducted operations in the area. J.E.B. Stuart dashed about here.
As I usually do, I went through Madison on the 'business' road instead of taking the bypass. US 29 is the main street in Madison, it was lined from town limit to town limit with flags on both sides of the road for Veteran's Day. Patriotism is alive and well in small town America. As I drove down 29, I remembered fishing trips David and I took, stopping at Lake Brittle outside Warrenton -- which is near Vint Hill Farm Station.
As the day deepened into dusk and finally dark, I was remembering the times David and I went on road trips -- fishing trips, the Lee family reunion in 1995, rambles around Virginia. I was -- and still am -- wondering if we'll ever do that again.
I also visited my cousin Tim and his wife Babs. Tim is in the end stages of cancer, the result of being exposed to Agent Orange in Korea. He's visibly fading, having lost weight since our last visit in August. Babs doesn't think Tim will last to Thanksgiving, and I'd be surprised if she's wrong. He's pain free, hasn't used the morphine he was given for pain control. Miles (Tim's older brother) has been drumming for him, he's recorded it on a CD. Tim says it helps, that it's why he hasn't had to use the morphine. So the old soldier is quietly fading away. As I drove down 29 I also remembered hunting with Tim and Miles. Quiet, enjoyable hours outdoors. The fox that accosted us one snowy evening, visibly pissed off that his favourite brush patch we were near didn't contain rabbits. The squirrel that Tim and I managed to miss with two rounds of 12-gauge and a round of .303. Bugger was smoking the leaves as he headed out down the trail. Tim's reply when I invited him to come back down for grouse season -- "But Lee, them damn things can FLY!"
I've said my goodbyes, the next time I see Tim it's likely that Taps will be playing.
Tim said something I thought I'd quote here, as it's appropriate for Veteran's Day.
"Even though it means my early death, I'm glad I signed up. It was my duty, I'm proud I did it."
So ladies and gentlemen, let's raise a glass for those that serve and those that have served. It is an honour to know you.
Absent companions.
Current Mood: 
thoughtful
Current Music: Quiet sleep sounds