My father entered the US Army Air Corps at the age of 17–having lied about his age to get in (according to what he told me). He, like my son Brian, had no idea what awaited him. Like his grandson, he saw combat, had some of his friends die (at times in front of him) and missed many holidays, birthdays and anniversaries with this family as he did two tours in Viet Nam and one in Korea.
Veterans Day has a special meaning for me. It is the time I take to remember all that was good and right and pay reverence to those family members of mine who served and are no longer with me. I miss my father very much, and although Brian is with me, I miss the young man I sent off on the bus a few years ago.
Both were wounded in the line of duty like so many others before and since…Dad carried his scars and such as does Brian.
To those of you who are serving our country right now, thank you so much for your service. For those families who have lost service member(s), my heart goes out to you all. May all of our men and women in uniform stay safe and come back home to us!