A poem by J.F. Conant

He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?

Saturday, November 12, 2011

day # 11

My 2 favorite soldiers Joseph D. Pollhein Sr. and Benjaman V. Pollhein
I am thankful for those who serve.   I am always awed and amazed by the people, every color, every religion, from all over the United States, who have given up  so much to keep this country free. They serve so that  the rest of us can  sleep safely in our own beds at night.  The pay is not great, the hours pretty much suck and the cost of their sacrafice and that of their families is incalcuable.   

God bless each and everyone of you and bring you home safe to a grateful nation.


Diane said...

I know just how you feel. We are truly blessed to have this experience. Thank your guys for us, too.

Storybook Woods said...

Well said. I do not think we can thank those who serve for us enough. Thank you for the reminder and thank you for the sacrifice you make. Clarice