November 10. That day, I spent the morning with my dad and a whole bunch of other military veterans. They and their families were invited to a recognition assembly at a large county high school in central Kentucky.
Students led the event with obvious assistance from staff and faculty. Several laws and protocols were thankfully broken:
- Students led in public prayer.
- The orchestra and choir and speakers all embraced their tasks without reservation of drawing attention to God.
- Everyone stood for the National Anthem, men and boys removing caps and saluting.
- A slide show somberly recognized the county’s fallen servicemen of wars past. I’m sure I saw a cross somewhere.
- Not one but at least two American flags were posted in the room.
- Another flag was ceremoniously folded by high school seniors.
- Teenage boys in the bleachers began the chant, “U. S. A! U. S. A!”
- The state senator publicly prayed before the meal which followed the event.
- Teenagers opened doors for their guests and thanked veterans when one walked by.
- The student body, all several hundred of them, were notably respectful.
- I think some of the boys carried knives clipped in their pockets, as did I; and when I used it to open an envelope, not one head was turned.
- Each veteran received from a student a personal, handwritten letter on notebook paper (front and back), thanking him for his service.
There were no protests, no taking a knee, no pumping fists, no boos and jeers. All of this restores hope and confidence in the generations of my children and grandchildren, especially in places like this where perfidious men are stared down with patriotic fervor.