Monday, November 12, 2007

You Can't Tell a Vet Just By Looking

You Can't Tell a Vet Just By Looking

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carrier didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth whose behavior is outweighed in the cosmic scales by four hours of unparalleled bravery near the 38th Parallel in Korea.

She is the nurse who fought against futility in Da Nang and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years.

He is the POW who left one person and came back another.

He is the drill instructor who has never been in combat, but has saved countless lives by turning no-accounts into Marines.

He is the parade-riding legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the white-haired guy bagging groceries at the supermarket, aggravatingly slow, who helped liberate a Nazi death camp.

A vet is an ordinary and extraordinary human being — someone who offered his life's vital years in the service of his country.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known. We will never be able to repay the debt of gratitude we owe.


—Author Unknown—

6 comments:

Sarita Leone said...

Thank you for this.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for sharing this. Liz

Dave said...

Nobody could have said it better or with more feeling.

Dad

Marianne Arkins said...

Awesome... and I'm missing my dad (a WWII vet who fought in the Battle of the Bulge) more than usual today.

mary lou said...

I just got an email today that I thought would be good to share with you since it relates to yesterday's blog.
When you are making out your holiday card list this year, please include the following:
A recovering American soldier
c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center
6900 Georgia Avenue,NW
Washington , D.C.
20307-5001

Diane Craver said...

Thank you for this meaningful post.