‘Tis the Season to Give Thanks

Every year, my husband and I spend Veterans Day weekend at an undisclosed location, with a herd/pack/assemblage of his Army buddies (both male and female), most of whom served in the same Army Reserve unit. Our wonderful hosts for the first 13 gatherings shall also remain unnamed, lest they be incriminated. For security reasons (not really), the gathering has been relocated to undisclosed locations in other parts of the country both last year and this year.

Generally, attendance runs anywhere from 20 to 50, including spouses, a few children and grandchildren, and some well-loved, if not well-behaved, dogs. This reunion began in 2009 and has continued, without fail, every year since then.

Nothing stops the gathering—to borrow from the US Postal Service creed, “neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night,” nor global pandemics nor Democrat Presidents. Most of the attendees are officers, a handful are West Point graduates, and a smaller handful are Army Rangers. Since 2009, two members of this august group have been laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery. 

Rituals are an important part of the weekend. There’s food—LOTS of food: Cece’s cookies, Barbara’s sausage dip, B’s baklava. We’ve had Cuban food, Italian food, barbecue, and Low Country boil. It’s a tradition. The food is so awesome, in fact, that two years ago, a cookbook was created with some of our favorite recipes.

At some point, there’s a group photo, and someone always complains because he/she was left out. Another tradition.

The ladies play a card game on Saturday night—nobody loses. It’s a tradition.

There’s a fire pit, a few cigars, and a good great deal of alcohol. It’s a tradition.

As you can imagine, there’s a lot of laughter, an occasional tear, and the same stories are told (and embellished) every year. Again, tradition.

Some of the stories even have names—I could share these stories with you, but then they’d have to kill me and you both. This gathering has become an important part of the history and culture of this Band of Brothers.

In Biblical times, history and culture were learned through the traditions of religion and family. Although we can thank the scribes and prophets and apostles for the written history that became our Holy Scriptures, more often than not, the histories were oral, passed down from generation to generation through repeated stories.

History and rituals are a foundation for any group, and that includes your own group of family and friends. As we enter into the holiday season, let’s remember to slow down, recognize, and be thankful for those traditions and rituals and stories–the happy and not-so-happy–that make us a part of the group. ‘Tis the season of giving thanks.

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18)