Yea Me Day!

That is how I jokingly refer to Veteran's Day. It's the one day a year I pat myself on the back about serving.

Of course, it was Armistice Day, first of all. It meant something different back in the day.

"Welcome Home,"Barbelle, Albert W., illustrator, Ed. G. Nelson, music, Bud Green, words, 1918.

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Now days I find myself at my kids school on Veteran's Day (or the last school day before Veteran's Day if it is a Saturday like this year) for an observance program.

"Thanks kids!"

I was much more reflective last year at this time. I guess this year I am a little more relaxed - it helps a bit that I am not just back from Operation Crescent Relief or Afghanistan. Maybe that extra hour of sleep and third cup of coffee have helped too.

Of course, I fully intend to remember those who should be remembered (and thanked!) today. Uncle Jack , my Dad, and one of old mentors, SFC Chuck Reed.

Later I will pat myself on the back...by treating myself to some Amarillo Cheese Fries! Thank me very much.

UPDATE: Why cheese fries? Last year I sat in a Lone Star and enjoyed an order of them while mulling things over (see link above about reflection). They sure were good. I guess this is how goofy traditions get started.