Friday, November 11, 2005
  Veterans' Day 2005
My father served 6 months on the front line in Korea and has five wounds and permanent partial disability to show for it. He also has a legacy in one of the freest and most prosperous nations in Asia. My uncle, a B-17 pilot, was shot down and killed on the second Schweinfurt raid. His 24th mission. His legacy is a world rescued from the evil of fascist domination. Today's veterans have fed the hungry in Africa, rescued victims of natural disasters in our own country and liberated millions of people, from Iraq to the Balkans. They continue daily to fight and die in order to protect America against Muslim terrorists and murderers.

Today our nation pauses to remember, and to salute.

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
But 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 carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back at all.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang bangers into Marines.
He is the Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by as he outfits those who fight and die.
They are the anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, who must forever preserve the memory of all the heroes whose valor lives unrecognized.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being who offered some of his most vital years in the service of his country, who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

Amen, and thank you to all our veterans!

"Those who abjure violence can only do so because others are committing violence on their behalf." - George Orwell, 1945
Where did you serve?
What's wrong Mark? Did Jay get tired and give you his pathetic script? How about some originality here?
Still serving. Thanks for asking.
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