Veteran’s Day is understandably an important day for the ladies at Victory Girls. Some are veterans, some come from military families, all are fervent supporters of those who serve our nation in uniform. I fall into the second and third categories of that list and will raise the flag that my Blackhawk crew chief uncle flew over Iraq and had signed by his crew.
I have spoken previously about being a daddy’s girl, and that will never change. I have also stated that the three most important men in my life are veterans. Still true. If I could thank them every minute for their service and contributions to the way I view the world, I would- and it still wouldn’t seem as if it were enough.
I frequently wonder just “who” my dad is. He isn’t the same man who left for Vietnam; I heard that enough from my aunt and my grandmother before she passed. Did he tear up at the singing of our national anthem even then? Did he place his hat over his heart before the flag was even raised? Did he treat others as if he were their drill sergeant, or was he not-so-strict? Was he so cynical, or did he have hopes and dreams for the world?
When I think of him and the other two most important men in my life, I wish I could take away the pain of their losses, of that which is branded in both their minds and hearts. But I know they wouldn’t allow me to do so.
THAT is why we celebrate Veteran’s Day, because they who sacrifice do it willingly and accept that which accompanies it, both good and bad.
To them, I say “Thank you.” Thank you for giving me so much without even realizing it, not only through your service, but by teaching me to appreciate. You mean more to me than I could possibly articulate. I hope someday to be worthy of your sacrifices.
To those who have also worn the uniform of our nation’s armed services, I thank you as well for answering the call.