Remember November 11th is Veterans Day




              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 bar room
              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 Denis Edward O'Brien, USMC



              Let's not Forget our MIA's
              and Pray we'll go back
              to get them and bring them Home!








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