"It takes a lot of dedication to do what you do," said a 50 ish woman after she walked up with a comparably aged man. "We are flight attendants for U.S. Air," she continued. "And we fly World War ll veterans to Washington, DC. They are the very best people. They are the 'greatest generation.' It's true."
After also praising Korean War veterans, she added, "Today, it's just about me" suggesting most young people focus on themselves and don't help others. She then thanked us for conducting the vigil.
And what a vigil it was. The cool blustery evening from the marine layer blowing in from the ocean less than a mile away was warmed by the many supportive horn honks and waves and two fingered peace signs from what was often bumper to bumper traffic on Pacific Coast Highway.
At one point, a large white SUV drove by on a cross street, unable to read the vigil sign, yet everyone in the car, including the children in the back seat called out their support and vigorously waved as the driver honked the horn. This reminded us that people are so familiar with the vigil, they don't need to read the sign to care for the people the sign memorializes.
"How much longer will you guys have to be out here," asked a 55 ish woman as she walked by with her friend, a woman of comparable age. "At least another year," she answered herself as sarcasm rang in her voice for the politicians and their seemingly endless wars.
"God bless you guys for doing that," called out a 40 ish woman in a white Jeep type vehicle. "Those soldiers fight for our freedom and people take it for granted." She then added, "Peace, love and happiness is my (mantra)," to John as he walked up to her car and handed her a beige poker chip sized peace symbol. When she drove off, she waved at us and then held her right hand up in a two fingered peace sign.
Dear Reader, in my heart are all those men, women and children who have paid such a horrific price in these wars. As the vigil candle burns brightly and horns honk and people wave and some offer their supportive words, it brings hope politicians will finally see the light and end the wars before they add any more names to the long list of those who are already suffering.
Dick
After also praising Korean War veterans, she added, "Today, it's just about me" suggesting most young people focus on themselves and don't help others. She then thanked us for conducting the vigil.
And what a vigil it was. The cool blustery evening from the marine layer blowing in from the ocean less than a mile away was warmed by the many supportive horn honks and waves and two fingered peace signs from what was often bumper to bumper traffic on Pacific Coast Highway.
At one point, a large white SUV drove by on a cross street, unable to read the vigil sign, yet everyone in the car, including the children in the back seat called out their support and vigorously waved as the driver honked the horn. This reminded us that people are so familiar with the vigil, they don't need to read the sign to care for the people the sign memorializes.
"How much longer will you guys have to be out here," asked a 55 ish woman as she walked by with her friend, a woman of comparable age. "At least another year," she answered herself as sarcasm rang in her voice for the politicians and their seemingly endless wars.
"God bless you guys for doing that," called out a 40 ish woman in a white Jeep type vehicle. "Those soldiers fight for our freedom and people take it for granted." She then added, "Peace, love and happiness is my (mantra)," to John as he walked up to her car and handed her a beige poker chip sized peace symbol. When she drove off, she waved at us and then held her right hand up in a two fingered peace sign.
Dear Reader, in my heart are all those men, women and children who have paid such a horrific price in these wars. As the vigil candle burns brightly and horns honk and people wave and some offer their supportive words, it brings hope politicians will finally see the light and end the wars before they add any more names to the long list of those who are already suffering.
Dick
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