Some of them were drafted. Some volunteered. But they all served.
Some saw action. Some worked behind the lines. But they all served.
Some left limbs behind. Some never returned. But no one was unharmed.
And yet they served. Today we honor that service.
My grandfather, who will be 90 in a few weeks, served. My other grandfather served. My father served. My father-in-law served. My uncles served. Cousins. Friends. Neighbors. Classmates. All of them served.
We all know, or know of, someone who served in the armed forces. That service is the backbone of this country. Those who fought over 200 years ago established the freedoms we enjoy. And every serviceman who has followed has defended them -- even to the death.
Saying "thank you" seems insufficient. But what do I know? My grandfather thinks otherwise, as he said earlier today:
"Your thanks are for all of us; especially the fallen. They are the ones to whom I am beholden. That I survived .... is the luck of the draw."
1 comment:
Thank you for your post. And thanks to your grandfather and other family members for their service.
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