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.
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."
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.
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."
