Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Veterans Day 2014
Today isn't a day for politics - it's a day for humble and profound gratitude to those who have worn the uniforms of our nation's military. Let us all give thanks, and do our best every day to be worthy of their service and sacrifice.
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Some people live an entire lifetime and wonder if they have ever made a difference in the world, but the Marines don't have that problem. - Ronald Reagan -
Thank you my brothers and sister and all who supported us. God bless you.
A little bit about one of the Greatest Generation, my late brother-in-law
James C. Donan
@ Grumpy: Thank you for your story. Greatest Generation indeed. I have been to the WWII Memorial in DC and it is magnificent! One of the most moving experiences of my life and well deserved by the Vets. Thank you to all who have served. PS: Great Reagan quote.
Thank you for the compliment Stilt. It was my pleasure to serve. Ooooorahhh!! I would do it again.
You're a good man, Doc.
I want to thank all veterans and active duty. In particular, I want to thank my father and his generation (WWII). He was a second generation Italian-American who fought throughout Europe including Italy, Normandy, and The Battle Of The Bulge and survived - his cousin did not, and I remember him as well, though I never knew him. They faced "discrimination" - but they did their patriotic duty. I find today's pushers of "-isms" reprehensible. They did not fight and die for you.
OK a little politics. Bite me.
Saluti Vets.
THANK YOU!!
My dear father was at Heartbreak Ridge Korea. He still says very little about it, even when asked. On the rare occasions when he might say a little he always breaks down. He modestly says he is not a "hero" of any sort. He says he had a job to do, and did it.
To my father, and those others like him, I say again...THANK YOU!
I have probably posted this a time or two already, but this day always brings back memories of my father. He had polio in one leg as a boy, was wheelchair bound for years, but overcame it to play football in high school. At the age of 31, one leg shorter than the other, he volunteered for the Army, and served nearly three years in the Pacific theater. The man seldom talked about those years, but my brother and I found his war diaries after his death in 1987. Some harrowing experiences in those little books (and some fun stories as well, like playing poker for beer, or running from foxhole to foxhole naked during a bombing raid)!
I compare that to the 30 somethings now living in mommie's basement, or out at a park protesting the "rich" people that support their asses. What a stark, bold difference regarding love of country and concern for your fellow man.
May we NEVER forget that freedom isn't free, and thank you so much to all who served!
God bless all our veterans.
Amen to all that has been said. I honor my father and father-in-law who served in the navy and army respectively. Greatest generation indeed!
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