On the 11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month, a salute to America's Veterans. Also a salute to the wives and husbands of those who served. While we were out flying, riding, or walking somewhere, they held down the home front. And worried.
Years later my wife told me of how her heart would sink if they saw an official car with people in dress uniforms drive into housing during the day. Those of us deployed mostly knew what were we facing, and what we were facing it with, and whether the day was going to be relaxing on a beach somewhere or out on a mission. For those at home, we were just gone. Away. In danger. The stress of that not knowing and nagging worry must have been hard to bear. But they did. They waited for us.
So on Veteran's day, while we remember the service of the veteran, pause a moment and thank those who give him something to come home to.