On this, our day of national thanksgiving, we give thanks for many things:
For God and Family.
For freedom and prosperity.
For the loyalty of a dog — who sleeps a foot away from this desk, because two feet is too far — and the warmth of a good house.
For the health to shovel the snow, less than two years after acquiring a cardiologist and a bunch of junk to keep the ticker ticking.
For the cold steel of a sword, the walnut stocks of a gun, the skill to use them, and the incredible blessing of a new generation of warriors that let us sheath the sword, rack the rifle, and retire, secure in the comfort that the ramparts are watched, the enemies are confounded, the frail are protected, and the fallen are avenged.
For the good fortune that lets us cook a turkey when so many in the world may have to skip their daily rice ball.
For the humanity that makes us wish to spread the freedom to all with the will to take it up, and anon, join us in the prosperity. Turkeys for all!
And, for good friends and family, here, far, and connected only by these novelties of electronic communication.
For all these things, we give humble and unworthy thanks.
For a look at how a friendly foreign nation developed a tradition of Thanksgiving, read this article by Keith Nightingale at Small Wars Journal. Since being posted last week, it’s become one of the most popular posts at SWJ. I don’t know Nightingale, but a friend of mine speaks well of him.