We Don’t Judge Our Veterans by ‘Just War’ Criteria, by John Zmirak

Every Veteran’s Day since I moved to Dallas, I devoutly attend the city’s parade. That was easy, my first few years. I lived downtown on Main Street and it marched right past my building. But things happen, life goes on, and you rescue beagle twins who get you evicted.

You know how it goes. Now I live miles away. It will mean a special effort to get down to the parade. But I’m going to make it. And I hope you make it, too, to your local celebration. Just a few thoughts today on what it means.

Why is it so natural, easy, and right to stand by the side of the road and cheer as high school bands and drill teams caper down Main Street? What unites you with your neighbors (those of the cloying “Beto” bumper sticker on the back of their pricey new Teslas)? And makes your differences fade?

What Are You Crying About?  ….