The boys and I left our favorite Veteran at home this morning and made our way east on I-70. It was a beautiful but cold November morning and we were making good time.
As we neared Washington, PA, I saw a flag flying just above an overpass. I wondered how it was suspended and who thought to put it there for Veteran’s Day. Suddenly I realized that the flag was not suspended above the overpass; an older man was standing on the overpass, holding and waving the flag.
I choked up immediately. I looked at the temperature gauge in our car; it was only 39 degrees. It was before ten o’clock in the morning on a day that many citizens have off in our country. I wondered what this man’s story was; was he a Veteran? Did he have a son or daughter overseas? Was he just a patriotic son of a gun?
Just before we passed under the overpass, I waved.
And he waved back.
I don’t know who that man was or what his story was or why he felt so compelled to give travelers on I-70 a Veteran’s Day experience to remember, but I felt honored to be given such an experience.
As always, thank you to our Veterans. Some of my favorites include my husband, his paternal and maternal grandfathers, my uncle, my cousin and his wife, a new friend’s husband who is currently deployed and many, many others.
Thank you — each and every one of you.


Those readers who came over from our former blog know but newcomers might not reaize simply based on his high and tight haircut. FireDad is a Veteran. He served in the National Guard for eight years. While he never saw combat, he was deployed in 2003. It was, however, canceled when someone declared that the war was over. All the same, I asked him a few weeks ago if he missed the Army. He said yes and no. To be honest, I think the no was simply to appease me. The picture to the left was taken at his awards ceremony in 2004. Oh, we were so young.
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