Parade

When World War II ended in 1945 my mother was 9 years old. When she heard the news, she went directly out in front of her house on Prairie Avenue on the North side of Fort Worth, Texas and waited for the parade to come by. There was no parade on Prairie Avenue, but there were certainly huge celebrations elsewhere.

I often wonder how the war we're in now will end. Unless your name is Dub-ya, you are surely aware that victory has not been obtained and it's difficult to see how it can be when the objectives are so hazy.

I have trouble imagining an ending that will warrant a parade on Prairie Avenue or anywhere else. Only relieved reunions, grateful tears and rest for the weary. And that will be enough.

Peace.