This thread isn't as old as I remembered. Threads just drop down the stack pretty quickly.

Anyhow I thought of this thread immediately when I heard this essay on NPR this eve when driving to a meeting. From the Dad of a returned troop. It sums up pretty well what I feel when I see the new yellow ribbons on cars.

Too dang bad there aren't transcripts, just Real. I know how dirty that makes some of us feel!