It's better that I'm not near a television this week.  I didn't have to witness the talking news heads somberly remind us that the Killed-In-Action count in Iraq has rolled 4,000, and how the war there has been going on for five years. (They say "five" like they wish it had more syllables.) Listening on the radio, do I discern smears of disingenuousness in some of their voices, crocodile tears?  When I see them in the airports, today's service men and women, I don't see people who feel sorry for themselves.  I see the proud grandchildren of the greatest generation - Greatest Generation II.  And, damn, they are magnificent.As often as I can, without being intrusive, I speak to them and say thank you.A Lieutenant Colonel and a half-dozen junior officers stand in a circle as he briefs them on their travel plans.  I sit a few feet away awaiting a flight and listen in. They look like high school kids to me, maybe college for the LTC, but I recognize...(Read Full Post)