Veteran's Day

It's hard to believe that our citizens have been fighting on foreign soil for five years now.  So many brave men and women gone. Tens of thousands more wounded.  All of them fighting to protect our country.

Cozi and I are wargamers.  We push around bits of cardboard on maps, roll dice, develop strategies, watch our pieces win their victories and suffer their defeats.  You would think that we might feel cavalier about war.  That we glory in war.  That because we play games about war, that real war is just a game to us.

I think the opposite is true.  Wargames have made me acutely aware of what war costs.  Every piece that is tossed into the "dead pile" represents the price paid for victory.  In even the most decisive victories, there is a cost.  On the gaming table it's a "division" or a "battleship".  In the real world, it's tens, hundreds, thousands of brave men, fighting for what they believe in.  Men with families.  With hopes and dreams for the future.  Men struggling to protect those they love, or, as is the case in Iraq, to help people with whom they have no kinship live free from oppression.

My daughter and I read "All Quiet on the Western Front" recently, and it struck me that, in every age, whether or not you agree with the goals of your government, the men and women on the front lines are ordinary people doing extraordinary things.  I'm proud of America's soldiers. They're my soldiers.  They're fighting for me and my family, risking their own happiness and that of their loved ones.  

So, on veterans day, to every veteran reading this:  I honor your service and wish you safely home.

"We must be ready to dare all for our country.  For history does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid."  -Dwight Eisenhower, 1953

A momentous day in America.  I won't add my thoughts to the outpourings of greater minds, except to say how it makes me feel to see this man lifted to leadership by a stricken but hopeful country.  I feel good.  Incredibly good.  Some comments by friends:

"It's taken me a couple of hours to figure out what emotion I was experiencing with Obama's victory.  I feel like I'm living in the future." - Dan

"I know Americans are meant to hate it when non-Americans poke their noses into the US electoral process, but CONGRATS, man!  We cheered aloud when we heard, even though it was the early hours of the morning." -Mike

"What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night.  This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change.  And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.  It cannot happen without you." - Barak

It's a good day to be an American.  Even a small, furry, half-blind one.

Imagine what you could create, in the darkness, the painterly details you could forge with a teeny tiny little brush made from the whiskers of moles? Surely, these horrifying creatures, covered in boils (yet pleasingly pallid in colour) must be fiendishly terrifying to gaze upon! Nay, they are but 1" tall. Small even to a mole.
Hardly from his childhood, these gems were painted by Cozi during the peak of his power (which continues to this day), in 2002.

Cozi's Clipper

Just discovered in a seldom visited tunnel in Luristoplier's warren is this companion piece to "Chip the Plates", dated 12/14/1979.  The Brothers would often wait until the last minute to complete their Christmas presents, a habit that has continued into their adulthood.  Note the realistic detail of the leaping dolphins.  This is a characteristically "Cozi" touch... that little bit of nature in everything.  I'm impressed by the perspective on the boat and sails.  Pretty good for a 10 year old, nearsighted, drooling, burrowing rodent.