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Veteran’s Day 2011

About three years ago, during my subbing days, I witnessed a student refusing to say the Pledge of Allegiance or even act respectfully as it was being played over the school’s television circuit.

Afterwards, I said a little something to the student about it.  I realize we all have the right not to pay homage to our country, but I was still disappointed.

She told me, “Well, I hate America.”

She had no clue.

I saw the following image online today, and I really wish I could have had it in my hand that day to show her…

Though she was a teenager, you can never be too young to appreciate the fact that others willingly choose to put their lives on the line daily to guarantee our freedom.  You’re never too young to be thankful for those who went before and DID pay that price.

On this Veteran’s Day, let us remember, and let us be thankful.

A Fresh Perspective on Veteran’s Day

Today is Veteran’s Day. It is the day set aside to honor all of the Americans who fought for this country’s freedom. It is also a time when we give thanks to those currently serving in the armed forces.

I’ve got to admit that I’ve been a bit lackadaisical in the way I’ve observed this holiday.

Oh sure…I have always had the day off.  But, after giving the obligatory “thanks,” I’ve focused more on the fact that I could sleep in or catch up on household stuff.

Today was different.

Rooster’s high school band was playing in a local Veteran’s Day parade, so we had to be downtown by 8am.

Oy, but it was hard to crawl out of bed at 6:40.

I dropped him off at the meeting point and drove down to where the parade would end, parking my car there. I then hauled my 40-year-old self back to the original location…a distance of a mile.

This doesn’t sound like it’s very far, but when you’re old like me (at least according to the kids) and out of shape, it can seem like five miles.

I hoofed it and arrived with plenty of time to spare.

Then, I waited while the kids warmed up. I I do love hearing the band play.

We lined up and adorned ourselves with the beaded necklaces that the school’s principal had brought to us.

We were festive looking.

Before I knew it, we were hitting the road. I walked on one side of the band, keeping my steps timed with the line I was walking beside.

As we made our way down the parade route, I was impressed with the number of people…young and old…who had showed up. Nearly everyone waved American flags.

It was the older people who got me the most. I have watched a lot of historical documentaries. It was easy for me to imagine them serving aboard naval carriers or walking the forests of Vietnam.

They applauded as the students played patriotic songs.

Probably the neatest section of the trip was the shopping district downtown. It was here where the crowds were the thickest. Between the crowds and the taller buildings, the music and cheering became magnified.

It was very moving.

I can only imagine what it must have been like in the days immediately after WWI and WWII had ended…when soldiers came home. I have seen pictures of the ticker-tape parades. What joy must have swelled the hearts of all who attended.

Participating in today’s parade made me see things in a different light, and for that I am very grateful. I now understand why people turn out for events such as these.

We should take every opportunity to remember and honor those who unselfishly give their time and, often, their lives so that others can enjoy the freedoms promised in the Constitution.

Thank you, Veterans.  May God bless you and your families.

A Time to Honor Those Who Served

Today is Veteran’s Day.

My children had the day off from school.  We all got to sleep in a bit.  Yet, I wanted my family to set some time aside to honor those in the armed forces.

We are privileged that The Moving Wall is visiting my city.  This is a replica of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial located in Washington D.C.  It travels from one location to another to allow those who cannot visit Washington the opportunity to honor the fallen.

This morning, I announced that we would be taking a trip downtown to see it.  I met the usual resistance from the teenaged crew members; however, they could not convince me to change my mind.  We would be giving up one hour of our time; those whose names are on the wall gave up something far more precious…their lives.

Here are a few pictures…

58,260 names are inscribed on these walls…

The Department of Defense originally designated 1959 as the first year of casualties; however, it was later discovered that a serviceman had been killed in action in 1957.  It was too late to change the Memorial.

There are eight women on the list.  All were nurses.  16 of the men listed were chaplains; two were awarded the Medal of Honor.

There were a few mementos left, such as those below…

I ran my hand over some of the names…felt each letter etched into the memorial.  Each name…a person who was a son, perhaps a grandfather, father, or brother.  Many of these men died without ever knowing the children who were born after their passing.  I once worked with such a fellow and remember him talking about how his mother raised him and his sisters alone.

When you look at the names, you see diamonds, pluses, or pluses with a circle around them after each name.  The diamonds indicate those men and women confirmed dead.  The plus signs signify those who are missing in action or prisoners of war.  If an MIA serviceman’s remains are recovered, the plus symbol is changed to a diamond.  Plus signs with a circle around them indicate that a person was later brought home alive.  I did not see any of these, but I’ll admit that I didn’t look at every single name.

I am so grateful for the price our servicemen and women have paid to ensure that freedom reigns…not only in the United States, but in countries around the world.