The exception doesn’t make the rule.
It’s about 6:30 on a cool July morning. I’ve been sitting on my porch since about 3:30 troubled and never in a position to sleep.
I’m writing after having spent that point studying my Bible and praying and ruminating.
Forty-nine years in the past at this time I used to be on a U.S. Navy destroyer off the coast of Vietnam. My particular obligation on the time was because the set off man for our ship’s weapons. We shot hundreds of rounds inland and in return have been fired upon a number of instances.
It was very popular.
On 25 August 1969, I went as well camp. I used to be seventeen, not sufficiently old to vote. I served till 24 August 1973.
Over the intervening years, I’ve gained perspective on these 4 years, and have develop into fairly perplexed regarding my fellow residents.
I’m eternally grateful that my fight expertise was as restricted because it was, understanding that hundreds and hundreds have skilled far worse and much too many made the last word sacrifice.
What perplexes and confounds me is, in mild of this sacrifice, how my fellow residents aren’t prepared to sacrifice just a few hours each two years to vote at their native precinct on election day.
It merely is unnecessary to me.
How is what you’re doing on election day a lot extra necessary than voting?
You benefit from the freedom to vote due to the sacrifice of thousands and thousands.
Is it an excessive amount of to ask you to sacrifice just a few hours?
For these studying this, earlier than taking a shot at me, return and skim the primary sentence of this letter.
p.s. They nonetheless ask for my photograph ID to purchase beer.