I never thought much about Veteran’s Day until I lost my step-nephew in Iraq in March of 2007. it was a real shock, and I realized what a sacrifice it was to serve in the armed forces. My other nephew went to West Point and ended up in Afghanistan in 2010. it was a rough next 8 years, but we still have him.
I myself am a veteran. People want to thank me for my service but I only joined the Navy because at age 21 I was homeless. Homeless in Ohio in the middle of winter. I joined up for a bed and three square meals a day. I got all that plus a wonderful husband.
I think the last virtuous war the US fought was WW2 because we were actually attacked and Japan was planning to attack the west coast. All the other wars- Korea (still half communist), Viet Nam (Communist), Iraq (war was based on a lie) and Afghanistan (complicated) were not fought for the benefit of America but IMO to keep the military/industrial machine running. So many men came home wrecked.
My dad, and all those men of that generation who fought in WW2, knew why they fought Japan. It made sense. My dad was a marine medic in the Pacific theater. He came home with shrapnel in his leg, a never completely cured case of malaria, and an ammo box full of Japanese trinkets. He was a hero. Like most of the men of his generation, he rarely talked about it.
So when I get my military discount at stores and they say “Thank you for your service” I cringe. I joined up, during the Viet Nam War era, for entirely selfish, if understandable, reasons. I do not deserve to be put in the same category as my Dad, even slightly.
I post these out of respect for veterans and their families…I personally have no connection to the military.
When I was growing up most of the people I knew who enlisted did so to escape jail for some offense…it was often given as an alternative by judges here.
Xenia, I’m with ya’ on this one.
My dad flew a B-17 in the air war over Germany (1944).
He and one of the waist gunners were the only two out of the original 10-man crew who survived all 25 missions.
I never thought much about Veteran’s Day until I lost my step-nephew in Iraq in March of 2007. it was a real shock, and I realized what a sacrifice it was to serve in the armed forces. My other nephew went to West Point and ended up in Afghanistan in 2010. it was a rough next 8 years, but we still have him.
I myself am a veteran. People want to thank me for my service but I only joined the Navy because at age 21 I was homeless. Homeless in Ohio in the middle of winter. I joined up for a bed and three square meals a day. I got all that plus a wonderful husband.
I think the last virtuous war the US fought was WW2 because we were actually attacked and Japan was planning to attack the west coast. All the other wars- Korea (still half communist), Viet Nam (Communist), Iraq (war was based on a lie) and Afghanistan (complicated) were not fought for the benefit of America but IMO to keep the military/industrial machine running. So many men came home wrecked.
My dad, and all those men of that generation who fought in WW2, knew why they fought Japan. It made sense. My dad was a marine medic in the Pacific theater. He came home with shrapnel in his leg, a never completely cured case of malaria, and an ammo box full of Japanese trinkets. He was a hero. Like most of the men of his generation, he rarely talked about it.
So when I get my military discount at stores and they say “Thank you for your service” I cringe. I joined up, during the Viet Nam War era, for entirely selfish, if understandable, reasons. I do not deserve to be put in the same category as my Dad, even slightly.
So that’s my take on Veteran’s Day.
If anyone is wondering how such a brave dad could stand by while his daughter was homeless, he died of a stroke the year before all this happened.
I post these out of respect for veterans and their families…I personally have no connection to the military.
When I was growing up most of the people I knew who enlisted did so to escape jail for some offense…it was often given as an alternative by judges here.
Xenia, I’m with ya’ on this one.
My dad flew a B-17 in the air war over Germany (1944).
He and one of the waist gunners were the only two out of the original 10-man crew who survived all 25 missions.