Lest We Forget…
Veterans Day originally began as Armistice Day after World War I, the “war to end all wars”. Decades and many wars later, Veterans Day is not only a day to remember the distant past but the recent months and years to come.
For my grandmother, it was losing her brother in World War I. For my father, it was enduring hell as a frontline surgeon during the campaign through France and Belgium in World War II. For a neighborhood friend, learning the stress her father endured in Vietnam. In the last ten years, a co-worker serving with the National Guard being deployed to Iraq and another co-worker losing a son in Afghanistan.
In this day and age many of us feel immune to the war. It happens to someone else in a land far away, without the number of troops warfare once required in the trenches and instead with drones and missiles.
Veterans Day for many is a 3-day weekend and a way to look for sales by retailers to get a jump on holiday shopping. It is so easy to forget… and at the same time so easy to remember.
Veterans Day should be every day. Find a way to thank, honor, and remember a veteran.
Today is Veterans Day and while we should all thank our soldiers for their service every day, today is a great day to think creatively about how to give back to those who have served and protected our country.
Thoughts of America’s fighting men and women may only cross your mind briefly on Veterans Day, but the observance is packed with emotion for the families and friends of area soldiers who have died in war zones. “It’s another day that punches you in the gut,” said Cameron Sproles, whose best friend, Lance Cpl.
“Nancy Wake, “the White Mouse” and the most decorated woman of the 1939-45 war, disliked people messing around with her life story. Small wonder. It was an extraordinary story and an extraordinary life.” She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader.
I was well into my adult years before I appreciated what it truly meant to be a soldier. However, youthful me selfishly focused less on the significance of my dad’s military service and more on the hardships I personally faced during his solo deployments — a neighbor teaching me to ride a …