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....akg...... 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 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 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
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".
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