Happy Veteran's Day

Eric has slowly revealed to me his experiences serving over in Iraq. We’ll just be driving to the grocery store and suddenly he’ll begin spilling all sorts the details of miserable days he spent in that hell. The heaviness of his stories will fill the car, and remind me of the reasons I am so proud to be married to the man who’s serving in our nations Army.

On the eve of Veteran’s Day, a day that in past years meant little to me, and in the wake of the Ft. Hood catastrophe, I couldn’t be more proud of our troops and the 2 veterans that mean the most to me. Eric: my handsome husband who has proved his strength as a medic in the Army. And Blair: my oldest brother, a humble man who served in the Air Force over 9/11.

Our troops are the great people that protect our great nation.

One great thing about Clarksville, and perhaps also hugely true about this area of the country, is how patriotic this place has proven to be. American flags more common than sidewalks, dozens upon dozens of signs and banners boasting “We Support Our Troops” and “Welcome Home”…they remain up year round. Every other car displays 101st Airborne stickers, yellow ribbons, and words of encouragement. This town is not only full of enlisted men and women, but the families that love them.

After the 9/11 attacks, President Bush said that “[America is] the brightest beacon for freedom and opportunity in the world.”. I couldn’t agree more, and God bless our veterans for keeping that fire strong.