I wanted to write some thoughts for Veterans Day but nothing would come. Thus, I stared at my computer with a look of consternation. Since it was Sunday, Penelope's was closed and I couldn't seek the council of a chai latte. I was on my own, at home.
Quietly, Kaitzer walked by carrying a load of laundry and said, "Can't think of what to write about?"
"Nope," I said.
Over the din of the dryer, she calmly said, "Write about the sacrifices of women," and then disappeared with another batch of clothes.
Hmm. I never thought about the sacrifices women have made in American wars.
After some reading, I realized a reality that I had taken for granted. It was a picture of the Vietnam Women's Memorial. How could I have escaped the impact of the contribution and sacrifices of women? The sculpture depicts three uniformed women with a wounded soldier. While one nurse comforts the soldier, another kneels in thought or prayer. The third looks to the skies — for help from a medevac helicopter, or perhaps from a higher power.