It’s Veteran’s Day. Each of us in our own way wish to show gratitude. Yet, when we try to express it, I am amazed how many of us so often feel our words are quite inadequate.
How do you properly thank someone who went through horrific moments because of their love and commitment to this country? How do you encourage the service man or woman who stood watch at some distant, lonely, God-forsaken locale. Feeling that no one knew, or cared?
It’s not an easy task.
I am reminded of Clarence Soulliard. WWII. Army. He was 1 of only 3 that returned home from his unit of 200 that deployed. Just a kid from Pennsylvania. Shot in the face by a German sniper and stories these pages are not able to hold. He was blessed to return to his homeland.
My great uncle John that signed up at the age of 40. To serve the land he loved in the midst of a trying hour. He found himself in the Battle of the Bulge. If you are not familiar, you will want to “google” that horrid event. We are grateful he returned to us as well.
Then, the surprise of connecting with a cousin of mine of late. Little did I know, he had served in Viet Nam. How we so long to make it right for those boys that came home at a time when many of our citizens (that they fought for) were so unwelcoming. Heartbreaking.
I am honored to claim these men as family and friends. And may they know they are loved by those of us, too, that hold this country of ours most dear.
Here’s to our Veterans. May they know, their labor was not in vain.
Today- we honor you.
Just my thoughts.