November 11, 2003

Okay, one last entry for Veteran's Day - and the most important.

As I mentioned below, I've been the person to answer the door when the Western Union man came calling. I've also been a soldier on active service in hostile places. I know how important it is to have people behind you, at home. Someone that represents all that you are fighting for - larger than the immediate reason - which is your buddies.

Hearth, home, and family. They also serve, who watch and wait. They pay a price too. And they want us to come home. With our shields, not on them.

Iola wanted her man to come home. And she wanted him to keep his faith.
So, she sent him this New Testament.

Figuring that he was in the midst of Old Testament fury, he needed the gentle message of the God of the New Covenant.

She inscribed it to her fella.

I don't know if it was signed on Christmas 1944, or was sent as a Christmas present for Christmas 1944 - but if Joe was a soldier in the "Bastion of the Battered Bastards of Bastogne" during the Battle of the Bulge - I'll bet he appreciated it.

It's cover is a piece of steel. To be carried in your left breast pocket. Over your heart.

Thank you, Iola - for all vets: to the ones who had to wait it out. Mom, Kathy, Dad, Beth, Andy. And all the rest of you.

Okay guys, I'm done. I don't have any more left in me today.

Cheers,

The Donovan, Close Station March Order.

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