How do you measure freedom?

This is how we celebrated freedom

We brought in the big guns

Wrapped ourselves in Camo gear

Mapped out the territory we needed to conquer

And assigned each enlistee a task

Some attached to the rear guard

Where they went about implementing their plan

Which included clearing away the brush

Searching for landmines

And making sure that all the tripwires were removed

Sometimes freedom is measured in heaps

Sometimes it’s measured by the shovel-load

And sometimes it’s measured in the stopping places

But perhaps the best freedom we’ll ever experience

Is when we come together

To serve somebody in need.

On Tuesday, as a media firestorm raged on, our care group waged a battle against the backyard (and front) jungle for a woman whose husband is deployed in Afghanistan. One of the troops did not take a break the entire day. From 9 a.m. until 4 p.m. this enlistee never once sat down, took a potty break, nothing. She worked tirelessly, happily, joyfully. She was the oldest among the troops. She is the woman in that last photo. And, if you can believe it, her hair still looked good when she was finished.

This is how our care group celebrated freedom this week.

How about you?

How will you celebrate it?