To all whose professions require them to "serve and protect" the rest of us, and be away from your families and loved ones, we salute you. Police, Fire, Medical, and especially our nation's Armed Forces who are serving far away in the battlefields of Iraq and Afghanistan. They all deserve our utmost gratitude and respect for their courage and sacrifice so the rest of us can live in safety and enjoy our holidays.
I identify with those who man the ramparts and watchtowers to protect us from evil and harm.
I understand what it's like to be thousands of miles from home at age 18, in a combat zone, rifle slung, on ready alert, living in a tent. Mine happened to be Vietnam. Before my time, it was Korea, and Japan and Europe in WWII. Today, it's Iraq and Afghanistan.
I understand how it feels having to work on Christmas, Thanksgiving, and New Year's, patrolling and responding to calls from people not enjoying their holidays with their families. I know how suddenly violently vicious holiday domestics become; I know what it's like to be in a life-and-death tug of war with a father determined to throw his infant from a second floor window.
I understand what it's like to be on call 24/7, 365 days a year as a member of SWAT. You hold your breath, but fully expect a SWAT callout interrupting your family revelry. If you're lucky, it won't be your team that gets called out, but invariably, some team will be. And you'll watch them on the TV news, and empathize with them—because it could have very easily been you instead. And next year, it probably will be you.