Happy Veterans Day

To all of my Veteran Friends:

This is for you...........


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 Danang.
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 remains unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket, 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, Marine, Sailor or Airman, and also 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. When you see one 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".
God Bless Our Veterans!

Thanks to all for their service!!

Earl

The first time I ever had the two words spoke to me was in 2005.
"Thank You" was at a ford dealer ship outside of Atlanta.

I would say Thank You to all the young Americans in the service or out.

Thank you to all who have served past and present.We are forever in your debt.

It is not the reporter who guarantees our right to free speech, and
It is not the pastor who guarantees our right to worship as we please, and
It is not the cop on the beat who guarantees our rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, and
It is not the Congress, the Executive branch or the Judiciary that guarantees any or all of our freedoms under the U.S. Constitution.

It is the Warrior who stands guard on the walls; all of those who have sacraficed so much from the time of the Revolutionary War to our latest War on Terror, who ensure that the wolf beyond the gates stays there.

God Bless to all of you who have served or are serving your country.

The THANK YOU gets even more meaningful as we get older - every day we see more and more world problems unfolding right before our eyes. THANK YOU to all who serve or who have served for keeping us safe.