The above is a story that I did not write, but felt compelled to share.
My brother passed this story along to me and we wish we knew who authored it!
I guess you could say I come from a family of fiercely patriotic individuals, lead by a father who served in World War II. He put his life on hold at the age of 24, as did so many, many enlisted men, upon the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in December of 1941. He rarely spoke of what he lived in those five years. What he did share has become like diamonds to us.
Rare and beautiful.
I write much about my pride in my Dad and all US servicemen and women. They epitomize selflessness. They live their value for freedom and are willing to lose their lives to ensure that their country continued to be The Land of The Free and The Home of The Brave.
The war in Iraq is "over." Where were the parades? The confetti? The speeches of appreciation led by our Commander in Chief welcoming our heroes? Are their jobs and businesses intact and waiting for them? Has the nation taken care of their mortgages and their children's student loans while they were serving to protect us?
The apathy our current administration exudes for our armed forces is clear and strong. It is contagious and dangerous. I fear that my Dad would be quite saddened to see what we've become in this regard.
Why wait until Veteran's Day to show how much we appreciate our way of life?
And how much we respect our veterans?
Thank you, Dad.
Thank you, to all our veterans.
The "clearest" picture I have of my Dad
in 1943, US Army Infantry.
Protecting the people of the beautiful Philippines
during the Japanese occupation.
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that I'd loved to share.
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