November 11 (yesterday) was Veteran's Day. It's the day set aside each year for us to recognize and remember those who served in the military. And came home to their families. Memorial Day in May is when we remember those who gave their lives while serving. There's a good reason to keep these events on different days. Lump everyone together, and something gets lost in the sentiment.
My dad, my husband, my son all served in the Air Force. My sister, brother in-law, niece, and father in-law served in the Army. One of my uncles served in the Air Force. Two nephews in-law served in the Army and Marines, respectively. Another niece currently serves in the Coast Guard. I have great respect for our military personnel. And I am so thankful I can celebrate their service in November rather than remember them in May.
If you have a chance to chat with an older veteran, you should. These folks can tell you things you won't read about in history books. Many bring back photos of themselves and buddies from foreign lands. Many have kept silent about the horrors they experienced. But most of them want to talk about those times. They want to remember friends who didn't come home. They want to remember friends they lost touch with over the years. They want to release the emotions that soldiers tend to keep deep inside. And they want (need) to do this, just as we all do. Just offering them the chance can mean so much. You don't need to comment or offer opinions. You just need to listen. Let them vent, let them cry, let them shout out their frustrations. Unless you've been where they have been, you may not be able to relate fully, but just being there is very often enough.
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