handful of poppies.
That's where Charlotte and I met Harry Serulneck, the quartermaster for the Framingham Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 929.
I couldn't help but think of my dad who would have been about the same age, though Harry was 8 years older. I just keep looking at him, thinking of my dad; thinking of the last salute he received from the Sergeant. "We salute Sergeant Johndrow, she said." And the closed his casket forever. I thought about the last time I saw his face.
Harry is out there supporting a brother in arms - a blind one. His post is taking up a collection to provide a hand held reader for another soldier who served our country.
I read a couple of online articles about Harry, and two things struck me. One, most of the posts don't have any comments, but this one particular POST has comments that frost my freezer bulb.
It is bad enough that we can't spend 3 minutes to thank a vet for the freedom we have, but some jerk jumps right in with a bunch of propaganda that has nothing to do with those that have fought a battle in a foreign land.
Veterans day is about people, about people that took and oath to protect your freedom. Personally when I sit down and ask, WWJD? I think he would throw some love on our vets. He'd sit and listen to a war story or two, he'd pray for them.
I enjoyed Harry - we had a tearful chat about the way things are, and what he fought for. At 92 there are only few WW II vets left. I thin I am going call him for another chat.
How about you, did you thank a vet today?
And happy 7th Birthday Charlotte!