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Veterans Day
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AzPete
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Nice picture. Have not seen that one before.
blue65coupe
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Thank you guys.
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I read this elsewhere and thought it was well written and pertinent to today. Thank you to all that have, are currently and will serve, without you, there is no U.S.A.
"Everything I have read ascribes this to Father Dennis O’Brien USMC.
What Is A Veteran? Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a burn or even certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: The soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity, Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a veteran just by looking at them.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.
He is the Parris Island drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb of the Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
He was my father, a man whose departure has left a pair of shoes that I can't fill by half.
He was my friend. He watched my back when I was watching his.
He was the high school classmate whose body was never recovered. He was everybody's dad back in the 50's, and we were all proud of them.
He was the nameless Lieutenant who wiped the spit of demonstrators off his clean uniform.
He is my brother, my cousin, my uncle.
He was our grandfathers. And he was at times afraid, but he did his duty in spite of his fear, because he thought we had something worth fighting for.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say "Thank You." That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. "
"Everything I have read ascribes this to Father Dennis O’Brien USMC.
What Is A Veteran? Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a burn or even certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: The soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity, Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a veteran just by looking at them.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.
He is the Parris Island drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb of the Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
He was my father, a man whose departure has left a pair of shoes that I can't fill by half.
He was my friend. He watched my back when I was watching his.
He was the high school classmate whose body was never recovered. He was everybody's dad back in the 50's, and we were all proud of them.
He was the nameless Lieutenant who wiped the spit of demonstrators off his clean uniform.
He is my brother, my cousin, my uncle.
He was our grandfathers. And he was at times afraid, but he did his duty in spite of his fear, because he thought we had something worth fighting for.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say "Thank You." That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. "
Fast68back
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Thanks Mark, That was pretty damn cool.
AzPete
Well-Known Member
Ahhh, what a day. Free breakfast just before the wife's dr. appt. Then relax until the 1 mile parade locally. Cruised the '66 with a bunch of other cars for the typical parade. A good meal with Mustang club members/friends and home to relax.
Retirement is rough. Thanks from retired AF Vet.
Retirement is rough. Thanks from retired AF Vet.
tarafied1
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freedom isn't free...
Thank you to all the vets!!!
Thank you to all the vets!!!
Gigantopithecus
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To all those who have served and currently serving, thank you.
My wife's family has strong ties to the military. Her dad was a pilot for the USAF during Veitnam, both grandfathers served, one Army, the other USAF, and her umcle fought with the 101st Airborne at Bastogne.
My wife's family has strong ties to the military. Her dad was a pilot for the USAF during Veitnam, both grandfathers served, one Army, the other USAF, and her umcle fought with the 101st Airborne at Bastogne.