I’ve decided to vote tomorrow here among the sage and cacti and casinos not necessarily because I’m sure my vote will decide the future of my adopted state- but because it’s owed. Owed to those who had the courage to make their way across an ocean not knowing what lay ahead. Owed to those who felt they had the right to govern themselves, lost most of what they had in the process, and wrote it down beseeching Almighty God’s providence. Owed to those, our great great grandparents who fought sometimes among their own household, trying to determine if the union was worthy. Owed to those who fought world war one. Owed to those who stood little chance on the sands of Normandy and whose crosses mark their sacrifice. Owed to those who traveled to the 38th parallel.
My former neighbor, who works as a police detective told this story. He was on foot in Vietnam with a few of his patrol and an armored vehicle slowed down and the captain of the bunch offered them a ride. Along the way they were engaged and the enemy clambered up on the vehicle. The captain shut down the vehicle, took out his pistol and announced to my neighbor and all inside, “I’m going outside to get those boys off my truck.” My neighbor said he heard plenty of gunfire and yelling and the captain came back in and without a word started off again. It is owed.
Owed to those sent to the middle east from Bush to Barack.
Owed. On my ballot are some fifty or sixty I’ve never met, probably will never know. I’m going to vote for both republicans and democrats. Twenty or more judges to be decided. Governor and Lieutenant Governor, Treasurer, Secretary of State, State Controller, Attorney General, House of Representative federal and state. May they also remember what is owed.