I often feel a tinge of guilt for never serving in the US military. My father's service, spanning from Vietnam to Desert Storm, deepens that feeling of guilt. The fact that he never really wanted me to be in the military helps me overcome my guilt a tad. It's complicated. The mandatory service in the Israeli military seems like it could do our population some good, but I'm not sure how good it would be for the overall of our country. Again, complicated. But one thing I can say, without hesitation, is that this weekend is a holiday dedicated to people who have embodied so many of the traits that I hold dear, aspire to, or am shamed to not possess. Some gave all, paying the ultimate price in war. Some, with minimal fear, took the approach of "once more into the breach". Others, drenched in sweat and fear, pushed forward while every cell in their body screamed 'no'. Many surely cowered when surrounded by the chaos of war, but were still there for the fight. A...
The thoughts of an aging technology consultant.