Thank you. I stay quiet on Memorial Day. Course, I'm old now, so I'm quiet and home a lot. My last day in the field (Vietnam), a grenade thrown from the brush above our squad, wounded me and killed the guy next to me. I'd noticed that guy earlier on the mission, noticed him because he was brand new, a 'cruit' wearing bright green jungle fatigues. He and I were maybe a couple feet apart when the grenade went off at our feet. I got the proverbial million dollar wound, medevac'd to Japan, then home. He got eternity. Every year I think about him and the others who died over there, and the lives they never got to play out.
Congrats on your service! Let's pray we don't get bogged down in another faraway war that the folks back home don't understand, and sadly, don't care about.
He gave his tomorrorws, so we could have our todays. We pay that debt by living good lives and being worthy of that sacrifice. Thank you for your service, and for keeping his story alive.
Thank you. I served in the Navy as a meteorologist, my husband retired from the Corps. My father landed on Omaha Beach, DDay +1. My grandfather was a fighter pilot for the RAF in WWI. The roots go deep. Each holiday I think about what they did and am grateful. Now I write. It helps. Thanks for your thoughts.
Hopefully I didn't confuse anyone with the math. I don't like saying "oh I've been in 29 years" when that includes my Academy years. I'm 47 this fall, which isn't young, but it's definitely not old. Not according to my daughter anyway. :)
Very moving, thank you for writing this one Mogs
Thank you. I stay quiet on Memorial Day. Course, I'm old now, so I'm quiet and home a lot. My last day in the field (Vietnam), a grenade thrown from the brush above our squad, wounded me and killed the guy next to me. I'd noticed that guy earlier on the mission, noticed him because he was brand new, a 'cruit' wearing bright green jungle fatigues. He and I were maybe a couple feet apart when the grenade went off at our feet. I got the proverbial million dollar wound, medevac'd to Japan, then home. He got eternity. Every year I think about him and the others who died over there, and the lives they never got to play out.
Congrats on your service! Let's pray we don't get bogged down in another faraway war that the folks back home don't understand, and sadly, don't care about.
He gave his tomorrorws, so we could have our todays. We pay that debt by living good lives and being worthy of that sacrifice. Thank you for your service, and for keeping his story alive.
Thank you. I served in the Navy as a meteorologist, my husband retired from the Corps. My father landed on Omaha Beach, DDay +1. My grandfather was a fighter pilot for the RAF in WWI. The roots go deep. Each holiday I think about what they did and am grateful. Now I write. It helps. Thanks for your thoughts.
Does sums. Wait you're that young? you whippersnapper you! get off my lawn!
Seriously. Great post and good luck with the future
Hopefully I didn't confuse anyone with the math. I don't like saying "oh I've been in 29 years" when that includes my Academy years. I'm 47 this fall, which isn't young, but it's definitely not old. Not according to my daughter anyway. :)
still almost a decade younger than me though. Despite my gray hair I agree I'm definitely NOT OLD YET :)