What happens to the men and women in uniform is all of our responsibility. They go where they are asked (told really), sent by leaders we elect and funded by dollars we contribute. Even if we are wary of their missions, we must never avoid them.
I saw a skinny, old, homeless guy with a guitar sitting at a table outside with his stuff. I biked about two blocks past, then thought, the hell with it, I'm going to buy me a cup of coffee there and buy him one too. I turned around and rode back.
The weather this past December not only played havoc on retail sales, but ruined many holiday celebrations by causing electrical outages, undelivered packages and relatives unable to travel to be with family.
In February, we're told that our minds should revolve around foil-wrapped chocolates, bouquets of flowers and celebrating how much our loved ones mean to us. But we should also remember the military women struggling to return to their civilian lives as mothers, wives and friends.