My youngest son, when he was 7, asked me what Veterans Day was... hard to express.
I took him to the SF Presidio/Fort Point on the day... we walked among the memorials and stones... and over near the Base museum was a rather large old cannon... one that had itself been struck on the barrel by counter-fire in some war... the body of the barrel had to have been 8" thick cast iron and maybe 18" around. It had a large part of its front end blown completely off, leaving a jagged remnant... I raised the little boy onto the barrel, and he laid his face down on it, on a very cool November day. Nothing more has been mentioned on the topic between us since. He just turned 23.
Blessings to all, vets of every kind.
|