Across the expanse of social media I am seeing all manner of methods to recognize the day, but why? I could simply say, ‘because’ but if you’ve read anything of mine, you know I won’t.
Why acknowledge and celebrate this day? Why acknowledge those who went into war, knowing why they were going and what they would do while there. No war, is pretty. Every war zone nothing but a scene of destruction and death. Lives are lost, some of them innocent. People who were trying to survive in terrible conditions, lost because of something of which they had no part other than being in the wrong place and time.
Even those who oppose war, should have a respect for every member of every branch of the military.
Remembering this day, we do not celebrate war, but bravery. We remember those who put on the uniform of their choice and became a member of the service. Men and women alike, taking on the role of protector of freedom.
Today, Veteran’s Day, is to honor those who wore that uniform and are still among us. Those who dared to go, leaving us safe at home. Those who took on the role, writing that blank check of up to giving it all, for their country. Remembering those who spent time in dangerous situations, who lived and slept in uncomfortable, risky places, who walked headfirst into a possible hell, but did it with honor.
Those who tried not only to do the job they were sent for, but to protect the innocent along the way. Those who trained the military, those who built infrastructure and lives, those who medically treated the civilians in the land they found themselves. Understanding that while they were in a war zone, they were not at war with all.
Many may argue the necessity of war. Whether it should even happen. I understand and hear them, but this is not a blog about war, but about those who fought and returned home.
The individuals who are family. The parent, the child, the cousin or the high school friend. Real, honest to goodness people, who live and breathe and love. They love their family but they have a love for their country as well. They put on that uniform to protect both. Praying to return home, but accepting the fact that may not happen.
I have relatives and I have friends who are veterans. I pass Veterans often while out and about, recognizing them, for the form of identification and pride they wear. I thank you, I appreciate you.
I have read, where some veterans do not want to be approached, do not want to hear that verbal thank you. I do it anyway. Maybe, they are of the opinion they were only doing their job at the time. Maybe, they hold no pride in what they did. Maybe, that time was a nightmare they want to forget. But I am among those who are greatly appreciative of the sacrifices made, the risks taken, the freedom protected. So thank you Veterans, from the depth and breadth of my heart, thank you