I sincerely believe that we have the finest military in the world. Perhaps that is the American in me, but I have known military personal all my life, and there is something about them. Perhaps it is the idealism of the knight in shining armour in which I pictures the American military when I was younger. I don’t know, but I do know that I am immensely proud of those who I have known in my life, and more so those who I will never know, who have given their life on some battlefield.
As a part of the regular feature of this blog, I want to bring you something good about the human spirit:
Ray Vivier had been an adventurer, a Marine veteran who explored the country from South Carolina to Alaska, the father of five children.
The 61-year-old also was a man starting to get his life back together after living for years in a shanty beneath a Cleveland bridge. He had struggled with alcoholism, but by November he had a welding job, friends and a place to stay at a boarding house.
He rescued five people from that house when arsonists set it ablaze — but Vivier couldn’t save himself. He and three others died, and two people have been charged in their deaths. Vivier’s body, unclaimed and unidentified for weeks, seemed destined for an anonymous, modest burial.
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