Here is a little something a friend of mine sent me. I think it hits the nail on the head. See what you all think..............😉
WHAT IS A VET
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged
scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them:
a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps
another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of
adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept
America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two
gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of
fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown
frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four
hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She or he-is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing
every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another-or didn't come
back AT ALL.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat-but has saved
countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members
into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with
a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him
by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence
at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all
the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the
battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket-palsied now and
aggravatingly slow-who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all
day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares
come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being-a person who offered
some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who
sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is
nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest,
greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean
over and say Thank You. That's all most people need, and in most cases it
will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU."
"It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is
the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to
demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath
the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester
to burn the flag."
Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
WHAT IS A VET
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged
scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them:
a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps
another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of
adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept
America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two
gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of
fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown
frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four
hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She or he-is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing
every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another-or didn't come
back AT ALL.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat-but has saved
countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members
into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with
a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him
by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence
at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all
the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the
battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket-palsied now and
aggravatingly slow-who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all
day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares
come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being-a person who offered
some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who
sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is
nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest,
greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean
over and say Thank You. That's all most people need, and in most cases it
will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU."
"It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is
the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to
demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath
the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester
to burn the flag."
Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
