Diary

My thoughts at times.


November 11th

November 11th

Today I cried.

As I sat bundled up with my three-year-old daughter on my lap and looked into the eyes of war veterans passing by, I cried.

I’m not completely sure why.  I cried for their suffering, I cried for my children to whom I will one day have to explain war, I cried because in a town with an estimated 900,000 people, we could only muster maybe 1,000 to line the 15 block parade route in support.

We are all Americans, like it or not.

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