Something I wrote today:
My Father had a lot of concerns at my age. When he was in his early twenties he was 8,500 miles away from home in the jungles of South East Asia. His main goal at that point in his life was survival, and maybe coming home in one piece. I often think of how I am at the same age he was at that time. I try to rationalize and compare, but am unable. I sit here in comfort and security, the only thing being asked of me is that I do relatively well in school.
The juxtaposition is striking. My Father faced something that quite possibly, I never will. He was called upon in defense of our county and it's values, with no guarantee that he would ever come back. He faced countless assaults, mortar fire, ambushes, and ever approaching death. I know none of this.
After a year and a half in country, my father's card was finally pulled. An ambush led him to taking a grenade from about 15 feet. He would lose his eye, most of his leg, and be left with countless other injuries. He spent a straight year bedridden in the hospital, had more than 20 surgeries, and is more than 100% disabled according to the military.
My Father's story in not unique. In fact, he would be the first to say he was lucky, he could have been one of the 58,000 who never made it home. When I think about Veterans day I think of my Dad, and the countless brave individuals who share his story. Moreover, I think of the many more who will be never able to tell their stories.
As a young person living in modern times of voluntary service, I feel both gifted and guilty. I feel gifted in that I am not subjected to the awful things in which my Father endured. But also, I feel guilt in knowing that members of my generation, some even younger than I are over fighting for their lives just as my Father did so many years ago. I know that in day to day life, I probably rarely think about the sacrifices that were made, and are continuing to be made. I can get so wrapped up in trivialities, that I forget to see the big picture of things. The fact is, the way I live and the life I have come to know, could probably never exist without your sacrifices.
So today I thank you, as I probably should everyday. Thank you for your service to this country and it's values. May you find comfort in knowing that your sacrifices will never be forgotten. God Bless the United States and her Servicemen and Women!
A few pic of my Dad: