For my Veteran Brothers, of All Branches, Everywhere, and Everywhen!!
I AM A VETERAN
I am that pimply faced kid down the street, stumbling over my own feet on the smooth sidewalk.
I am the kid in the backfield on the High School football team.
I am the file clerk, working in the back room, in the mail room, on the phone trying to soothe the temper of an upset customer. I am the young person, trying to sell a home, an insurance policy, or putting the roof on your home.
I am your brother, your sister, your son, your daughter.
I was there at the Battle of Boston, Appotomax, the Battle of San Juan Hill, Argonne Forest, and the Battle of the Bulge.
I walked the Burma Road.
I was there, on Pork Chop Hill, and fought in the battle for Saigon. I was there, in Desert Storm, and in the War in Iraq, and Afghanistan, and I still serve there.
I am the nurse, who hears the screams of a young man, who has just lost an arm or a leg, to a mine, laid by someone who has no respect for human life;, his, or that of any other.
I am a soldier, a sailor, an airman, a marine, who cares not for the politics that sent me where I am, not after seeing a child, horribly disfigured by mustard gas or lying dead from a fanatic’s bomb.
I am one who hears the cries of the blood from the ground, shed by those who died, for a dictators palace. I am one who has freed the prisoners from the gas chambers of the Third Reich, and from Abu Ghraib, and from Fallujah.
I believe in Freedom. Seven letters, but a long memory.
F – Faith, in God and in humanity
R – Respect, for myself, and for my fellow man
E – Endurance, to survive and release those in bondage
E – Eradicate injustice, and enslavement of the human body, the human mind
D – Deliver those who are bound, that they may seek their own way
O – Openness of dialogue, and acceptance of others
M – Maturity, my own, and that of Humanity
And when it comes time I pass through the veil of the Shadow of Death, I will do so, knowing I did what I knew was right. For I have seen the oppressed, the downtrodden, the slaves, and the prisoners, and done what I, in my small way, could do to relieve their oppression, that they may choose their own way.
I am a Veteran who served his country, for reasons of my own, in the service of a greater good.
I have stood alone, both honored and condemned, yet knowing that no other eyes who did not serve, could see what I saw, nor feel what I felt.
And when I stand before my God, and look back upon my life, I will tell Him, “I did what I knew was the right thing at that time. Given the same circumstances, I would do it again!”
For Freedom is NOT Free!
Let us honor those who served in Courage and Honor, in all the campaigns fought, that we may have the freedom we have this day.
Remember, always, It is not the “common soldier” who starts the war, It is those who would enslave and oppress, in one form or another.
When will we realize, the common person of any nationality puts on their pants, one leg at a time,,,
Pees either squatting or standing,,,
That the same Creator created us ALL,,,
And loves us all equally?
That the folks of Iraq get just as horny, as the folks in the U.S. or Russia or China,,,???
Were we to meet on the street, in a suit or whatever, where is the difference, that the leaders demand we see?
And yes, I am a Disabled Viet Nam Era Veteran,,, and my father (Rest his soul) served in WWII and Korea, in various theatres of action.
~ ~ Grouchy ~ ~