Today is Memorial Day. All across this country flags are flying and people are honoring those who gave their lives for the “red, white & blue”.
My father was a military man, served in WWII and Korea. It was something he never talked about, not many of them do. They did their “duty”, then those who returned went on with their lives and somehow managed to get past, or at least get through the PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). They didn’t ask for help, they didn’t ask for drugs or counseling or hospitalization or sympathy.
It wasn’t until the summer of 2007 that I even found out my father had been a part of D-Day and had landed at Utah Beach. I had known about the Aleutian Islands and Northern Africa, but never Normandy. This was a man who never questioned his duty, he just did it. Looking at the shadow box of medals that hang in my Mother’s house, he must have done it well. I lost my Dad in 1998 and I miss him every day.
I miss his integrity, I miss his quirky sense of humor, I miss his quiet intelligence and his sense of right and wrong. He led by example, he didn’t need to brag about his accomplishments. He was a part of Brokaw’s “The Greatest Generation”. There is a huge difference between the vets of the 40’s and the vets of today. In the 40’s they came home as heroes and they came home as winners.
So as we honor our fallen heroes today, let us not forget that we still have military men and women giving their lives today for our country, and for our freedom. Let’s also remember to say thank you and honor those who do make it home and we’ll all be better for doing it.