Chums on Veteran’s Day.

My grandfather told me stories about growing up in England while bombs were falling. They would hide in doorways hoping not to be blown up. My father went to military school. I have no such affiliation. My friends have be in the armed forces. I have nothing against the choices that people have made.

I have been spending time at the local VA. What I have seen are not heroes, but victims of war. There are no heroes in war. Is a hero someone that kills more people than the next person? Or is the hero the person that cleans up your excrement because you can’t control your bodily function because of the war? My heroes are people that stand up to speak out against all wars.

I haven’t felt like my freedoms have ever been threatened. I am not scared of an invading army. I don’t own a gun. I try to mind my own business and just enjoy my life. Today, I caught a Chum Salmon and thought of my grandfather. He valued education. He also loved shooting guns. If I had to categorize him, he would fit into the box labeled, “Republican”. I let my fish go. Live and let live.Screen Shot 2014-11-11 at 4.23.46 PM Screen Shot 2014-11-11 at 4.23.17 PM