Sunday, November 10, 2019
Like many families, my family has a lot of people who served in the Armed Forces. Most of them came home and went on to have families and decent lives. Some were 'lifers' and some only served as long as necessary. I am proud of each of them and I thank them all for keeping our freedom.
My father was in the Navy during World War II. He was wounded but still made it home and had a large loving family. He did not talk about his time at war.
My oldest brother served in Korea on the DMZ as an MP. Things were not as peaceful as we are led to believe. It is, after all, still an active war zone. He came home and eventually married. He and his wife divorced and had no children. He did not talk about his time in a war zone.
My second brother served in Vietnam. He wrote letters to us. Many had tears on them as he told of buddies who had been killed.
He told us before he left that he would not be back alive. He made arrangements for the dispersal of his things. He was right. He did not come back alive.
My brother did not have a chance to marry and have a family. He was unable to continue his life. He was not much more than a child himself.
As the saying goes 'War is hell'. It hurts so many. Most of all it hurts those who served. They seldom speak of experiences. Usually, the most they will say is that they served and where.
They may have physical wounds that we can see. All of them have inner wounds that they do not often share.
Thank you to all the veterans.