If your reading this post that means you must like your freedom. If this statment is true remember today is veterans day! Make sure you thank a vet for what they have done for us to be able to sit around and stare at our fish tanks,drink cold beer and everything else we all take for granted! So I’m starting this topic to say thank you to everybody who has served and those who have made the greatest sacrafice.
Great thought!
I was named after my mom’s brother, she’d lost him to the Vietnam war (1969) two years before i was born. It’s always been a special day in my family. As a kid i spent every Veterans Day with my Poppop, we’d visit my Uncle’s gravesite, attend the services there, and then go home where he’d pull out all the old boxes of pictures, letters, uniforms etc. They always taught me about the great sacrifice of others, but never seeing that hurt fade, not even a little for them in 40 years really speaks of the cost of freedom.
A big THANK YOU to all of our service men and women!
Thanks to all the Vets, past and future; for us to have the freedom that we have today and in the future to come. I see the sacrifice they make everyday whether here at home or out on the front line. We must also not to forget the family that they leave behind to take care the business at home or after their ultimate sacrifice.
Rest in peace to those who pay the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom!
My cousin, Matt Bacik, donated his leg in Afghanistan an Army Ranger, Green Beret during the hunt for Osama. My grandfather, Andrew Bacik, fought in Korea. My uncle, Brian Johnson, fought in Vietnam to help end oppression to the South Vietnamese. I have another cousin who is currently deployed in Iraq with the Marines.
I do not take my freedoms for granted, they hit very close to home in many ways. Thank you, for all those wonderful soldiers who contribute so much for ALL of us so that we can maintain the quality of life that many of us enjoy. We are very blessed to have these men and women on our side, they help all americans sleep well at night.
Thank you!
Thanks to all who have served! They are the one percent who make the difference.
I should visit the memorial some day and look up some old friends.
Happy Veterans Day!
What is a Veteran?
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.
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 protestor to burn the flag.”
Father Denis Edward O’Brien/USMC