Remembrance

I get my middle name from a great uncle who served in World War Two as the tail-gunner in a B-17. He didn't make it back. Admittedly, I don't think of him - or the millions of other soldiers who've sacrificed so much for our country - as often as I should. Nonetheless, I am grateful - hopefully more grateful than I was as a child when I first learned about this part of my family history. The freedoms these legions have secured  are themselves legion, including the freedom to debate and question the validity of particular military interventions. If we can't appreciate the value of that, we probably don't deserve the other freedoms either.