So. Veterans’ Day. I’d like to share a bit about three of my favorite vets.
One guy served 23 years if I remember right. And he missed the birth of his last child because he was serving in Operation Desert Storm. The Red Cross message missed him and the first he got to find out he was having another boy was when he saw his picture in a Valentine’s Day card.
That man is my father.
A woman decided that as a nurse she could best help the most people if she joined the Navy. And she loved all 23 years. But there were sacrifices. Games missed, concerts she only caught the end of. Even when she had to go to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba to serve and leave on her daughter’s 8th birthday (and her daughter cried and cried and tried to stow away in the trunk of the car) she enjoyed her career.
That lady is my mother.
A man who loves his child deeply is having to fight alongside this child’s mother to bring his son home because he serves in the Navy. He could very well miss the birth of his first child with his wife. He hasn’t been able to see his oldest child in three years.
This man is my husband.
Military service isn’t the glamorous life people make it out to be. It’s not without benefits and positives but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows either. You don’t have to be shot or lose a limb to suffer. I think people tend to miss the bigger picture about wars and veterans. People don’t want to kill folks that’s not why they sign up. Most people just want to be part of something bigger than themselves.
This is technically a day late but that’s ok because Veterans’ Day isn’t just about November 11th. Our veterans need our care everyday. It’s not a day off, it’s a day on.