(Orignally written Dec. 9th, 2011) We’ve just finished eating lunch in Atlanta’s Hartsfield
airport food court at Concourse E. We’re waiting for our flight which won’t be
available until after four. It’s almost two thirty. There are servicemen mixed
liberally into the crowds of folks streaming by, flying to different
destinations all over the world but all dressed like they’re going to the
Middle East. Military uniforms always tell you what war, what époque they are
from. The ones worn right now don’t look like the ones in the Gulf War.

On the other hand, I have to be happy I’m going to France
for Christmas. My first French Christmas ever, my husband’s first one since he
married me (28 years ago!). I wonder how it will be? In laws, seeing my
daughter and all the wonderful friends we have there, that part I know I will
love, but I’ve never had a Christmas in another country before. I’m looking
forward to experiencing the ‘local’ customs, like, I’ve been told, oysters and
champagne on Christmas Eve. I’ll skip the oysters but enjoy the champagne, and
I’ll be sure to raise a toast to all these servicemen around me wherever they
will be on that day. Big thank you's to Thompson, Whetstone and Hughes for letting me take their photo and permission to post it on my blog! I wish all three of you (and the other one too!) the best of the season and thank you again for your service to our country. Come home safely!
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