Our thanks | Editorial

The wages of war paid by soldiers and their families are evident each day. We only have to look around us. While some have thrived, others have been cut down.

The wages of war paid by soldiers and their families are evident each day. We only have to look around us. While some have thrived, others have been cut down. Wounded vets live on the streets near where we shop in downtown Seattle. But soldiers attend classes at Bellevue College or sit next to us at the coffee shop. Our holiday table might include a grandfather who fought in Korea, an aunt who tended to the injured during Desert Storm, or perhaps a smart and treasured cousin who cannot sleep at night after two tours in Iraq. Every day is Veterans Day for someone.

Children learn about war and world conflict at Island schools — both the triumphs and the tragedies, and the thorny situations that will never be resolved. Inside the front door at Lakeridge Elementary School, students pass by a Purple Heart donated by an Island veteran.

The stories and photos published today in honor of Veterans Day this Friday relate both the ripple effect on families of loss and the dedication and professionalism of those who serve today. For the most part, soldiers not only give but witness the very best that can be found in these conflicts. They remember the courage of their fellow soldiers and the victories both large and small. Those that come home have a renewed appreciation for life and the realization that chance was on their side. Each says to him or herself, “Why did I live when others did not?”

For Sue Warner-Bean, the loss of her brother when she was just a first-grader, has been with her all her life. She has gone beyond regret and sorrow to resolve and action. She and others like her have worked to honor the fallen by clearing landmines and building schools. It is an endeavor she knows her brother would have cheered. Col. Mark Elfendahl is a career soldier determined to continue to serve his country and those still fighting around the world. Roy Mays, a witness to some of the key events during World War II, was one of three servicemen from a single family.

For those we know and love now, and for those who are gone and we cannot forget — we say thank you.