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"Let us solemnly remember the sacrifices of all those who fought so
valiantly, on the seas, in the air, and on foreign shores, to
preserve our heritage of freedom, and let us re-consecrate ourselves
to the task of promoting an enduring peace so that their efforts
shall not have been in vain."
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Thank a Veteran!
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For those that gave the ultimate
sacrifice...
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Some veterans bear visible
signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a 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 vet just by looking.
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 Quantico 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.
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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.
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.
Two little words that mean
a lot, "THANK YOU!"
**Author Unknown

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"It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who
has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus
organizer,
Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier,
Who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag, and
Whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag."
Author: USMC Chaplain Dennis Edward
O'Brian
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We can be very proud
of the men and women who are serving and
have served in our military services, no
matter where or when.
The serve uncomplainingly, in hardships few
can imagine, and are the reason we are able
to go freely about our great country doing
the everyday things we do, living a life in
peace in our land. Our children play in the
streets without fear ... may it continue for
all generations. |
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