Rommel Stake Float 10I love a parade.  Small town parades are the best.  They are full of heart and soul.

Military parades in Washington DC are not unprecedented.  But, in my humble opinion, they really are not a very good idea.  This, coming from an Army brat.  First and foremost, previous military parades have been held to celebrate military victories or when danger was imminent.   The parades were not just an exercise in stroking egos.

According to sources like the Washington Post, the NY Times, and the federal budget, the last military parade in Washington DC was in June of 1991 and celebrated the liberation of Kuwait and the defeat of Hussein’s army in Desert Storm when George HW was President.  It deployed 8,800 enlisted soldiers watched by nearly a million Americans who showed up for the spectacle.  There were tanks, fighting vehicles, missile launchers, fighter jets, and fireworks.  The pavement on Constitution Avenue was deeply rutted by the 67-ton tanks.  The parade generated over a million pounds of garbage, cost over $12 million and left an egregious impact on public and private assets.  Like the Mar a Lago trips, we can’t afford a parade if we can’t solve the problem of our homeless veterans.

With unending love and gratitude….

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My father, Samuel R. Svarny. He loved his adopted home in the Aleutians.

I give no apologies for the span of time between my last post in August of 2013 and today.  The time was dedicated to my parents, making myself available to help Mom with Dad’s increasing health needs in any way that I could and listening, listening to those wonderful, now silent stories that I have been hearing all my life, but still learning something new at each retelling.   I am honored that I was here to help keep everything as normal as possible over the past two and one half years.  In the last months of Dad’s time with us, I realized the importance of honoring someone’s wishes to be allowed to stay in the place that they loved.  It is an awesome responsibility and one that I urge you all to contemplate when these circumstances cross your path.  Don’t doubt your abilities.  You will find that you have many more than you thought. And in the past year and three months since Dad passed away, I have been fortunate to live a stone’s throw away from Mom to help ease her into living on her own after 64 1/2 years of marriage.  She is awesome.

Thank a soldier, past and present…and their families.

It was something on the news channel.  I’m not exactly sure which story it was – something about serving in the military.  SP asked if everyone had to serve in the army and go to war.  Grandpa and I explained to him that when he turned 18 he would be required to register with the department that was in charge of protecting our country.   That is one of the rules of being a US citizen.  And the registration meant that if the US needed you to fight for the country, they might have to draw names from those who had registered, and then if your name was drawn, you would be drafted into service.    For a kid, sometimes concepts are hard to understand, and sometimes too much information is given.

But it got me thinking.  I was sitting in a little restaurant in Anchorage one morning several weeks ago,  having breakfast with Dad and Mom.  Dad had finished pulling out his chair, found a place to hang his cane, took off his coat and hat.  We all sat down to enjoy a meal.  At some point during our meal, a gentleman stopped by the table, with his family hoovering in the background.  He told Dad that he just wanted to thank him for all he had done.  My Dad looked at the man with a little half smile and a question in his eyes.  The man told Dad that he had noticed Dad’s hat.  It happened to be one that Dad rarely leaves home without – his WWII, Korea, and Vietnam Wars Veteran cap.  The gentleman, who himself was no spring chicken, told Dad that he had also served in Vietnam, and he just wanted to thank Dad for serving his country during 3 wars.  It made me feel good, so I am sure it made Dad’s day.

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Sam Svarny, US Army, retired, placing the WWII memorial wreath.Photo courtesy Wendy Hawthorne.

I wasn’t born during WWII or the Korean War.  I was in 7th grade when Dad was sent to Vietnam.  I can remember it as being a very hard year without Dad, both in terms of the terror us four girls had of losing Dad, but also just living without his presence.   Mom or us girls mowed the lawn.  Mom learned how to drive.  Mom will tell you to this day that she only had two quarters to rub together at the end of each month. 

It was awesome to get a letter from Dad.  He would write to Mom, of course, but he also wrote to each of us girls.  I can remember giving a report at school about Vietnam and using the Vietnamese money that Dad had sent me in one of those letters.  I can remember watching the Bob Hope Show  in the hopes of seeing my Dad in the crowd of soldiers.  Of course I didn’t see him, but just the thought of maybe seeing him was a good hope.  Mom flew to California to meet Dad when he returned to the states, and I can remember all four of us girls lined up in the living room window, waiting for them to pull into the driveway.

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Happy to be together again.

In varying degrees, we are all aware of the sacrifices that our soldiers make for this country.  But I think many of us may not realize all of  the sacrifices made by families all over these United States; like the concept of the draft for 8 year old SP, it is hard to conceptualize how many lives can be impacted by a soldier’s service.

I’ve heard that our senior citizens at the Father Ishmail Gromoff Senior Center are planning to send holiday packages to our soldiers fighting for our country.  Let’s all help them out by donating either money or goodies for the packages.