Since the cloning vats of Huxley's Brave New World aren't decanting babies just yet, all of us have a mother. You might see her every day, or every couple weeks, or you might not have seen her for years. Perhaps she has passed on. Regarless, we all owe a debt of gratitude to the woman who fed us, clothed us, and cleaned us when we were too helpless to do those things for ourselves. Happy Mother's Day, Moms!
Today is also a time to remember those Mothers who know the bitter sacrifice of losing a child in service to his country; only the soldier himself sacrifices more. The Gold Star Mothers, who's ranks are once again growing, deserve our respect and rememberance. Their loss is the coin with which freedom is purchased.