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        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 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".


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