Once in awhile, I like to post something that's not about ET to remind us that, even though we have a chronic illness, we are still alive and still have the capacity to engage with the human condition, past and present. Maybe that's what we were put on this earth to do.
So here are some thoughts on this special Veterans Day.
That's my grandfather, Corporal Clinton Foster, in the photo at left. My grandmother, whom he would marry a few years later, dressed in her best summer whites, is standing at far left with his sisters.
Grampa enlisted in 1917 and served Stateside during the war in the mailroom.
His brother-in-law, my great-uncle Martin Keehn (his future wife, my Aunt Mary, is in the photo in the black hat at right), would be sent to France and serve out the war in a trench. Uncle Martin received a Purple Heart for wounds he received in battle. He would never speak of what he had seen.
