Today, the 93rd anniversary of the armistice that put an official end to World War I, is Veterans Day in the U.S. and in Europe (Remembrance Day in Canada and Australia). For many, if not most, of us, this means very little. Since our grand-fathers passed away, we’re not closely connected to anyone who actually stood on a battlefield. In fact, we may not believe in the military, nor even war. And we certainly don’t want to be reminded of the cost of these seemingly fruitless and destructive endeavors abroad, both in terms of taxpayer’s money or of ruined lives.
This year for the first time, however, I decided to pay attention. That’s only because last January, I discovered a story of hope and redemption that awakened me to the grim reality shared by many young Americans who return home from long missions, many of them with deep physical and psychological wounds, and yet very little support to reenter civilian life.
That story of hope is about [re]connecting with the land, and growing roots literally and figuratively. Here is the post I published last winter after my first encounter with the Farmer Veteran Coalition.
If you don’t feel like reading the whole article, take at least a few minutes to watch this interview: