Our main fire station has a flag that flew over a Marine base in Iraq, a very large one. It's being displayed at the fire house all day today.
City firefighters are giving guided tours of the fire station today. Kids laughing, climbing on the fire trucks, free refreshments, too. It's a happy kind of thing. Many of our firefighters are veterans, and a fair number are vets of recent wars. It's the way they wanted to pay respect to the 9/11 victims.
No one knows what freedom means better than a combat veteran, I think.
Some folks enjoy public displays and commemorations, others, quiet contemplation and reflection.
It's strange and sad why we must always pay such a high price for freedom. Maybe one day we'll all learn how to get along . . .