Happy Veteran's Day to all those who served and honor to those who gave the ultimate sacrifice.
Happy Veterans Day ! I never used to take the freebies...but if you can not beat them, join them. We went to the Texas Roadhouse today...It was great, the servers were super and two meals for the price of one ! Thank You !
Yo Phil, you served so you definitely deserve the recognition...my only son just raised his right hand for enlistment into the Marine Corps. His mom is all gung ho a out it but I'm a little sad. My little boy is a man now now. He leaves for Parris Island right after graduation. He could have taken college as a path like his sisters but he said he wanted to do something "bigger". I love that boy
I never served.. just kind of knew it wasnt for me...seems like people either love it or hate it. Told my son just put your head down and do your very best. He's excited. Does PT with a bunch of kids that are going in with him.
I wish had found this in time to post for yesterday, but here it is anyway, a beautiful poem that captures the times, the loneliness and suggests an impending tragedy too sad to dwell upon.
Puddles by Mary J Zayas
" ...A muddy puddle reflects an old squeaky ferris wheel.
Another, sits outside an abandoned cotton candy stand.
I hear the ghostly echo of a carny, "One thin dime, one tenth of a dollar"
Only a dime and we could see Little Eva, tiniest woman in the world.
We went in together, his arm around my waist,
his hat at a rakish angle, a cocky grin on his face.
Not afraid of anything.
After all, once he got over there
the war would be over in a few weeks.
He'd come home and we'd go again ...
eat popcorn and see the snake charmer.
Ride the ferris wheel and kiss at the top
as it rocked back and forth/
Dimes disappeared as the war stretched on.
We needed bread more than cotton candy.
News of the war cried louder than the barker.
Sailors and soldiers died and the little dirt road emptied.
What's left is reflected in the muddy puddles.
A few derelict buildings of splintered wood and chipped paint.
I raise my fingers to lips that remember the pressure
of a kiss at the top of the ferris wheel. ..."
Some of the horrors of war take place far from the noise,
the explosions and heroism of the battlefield. I know of
one aunt who, married and sent her young husband off to war.
She once told me, one rainy, cloudy day, that her biggest
regret was that they had only barely consummated there
marriage and there was not time to become pregnant.
She died so many years later a lonely widow with scanty
memories. It rained all three days they had together.
In her later days she left Long Island, New York,
for a home near Phoenix, Arizona when she had the chance
so that it did not rain so often.
Canada, like the rest of the British Commonwealth nations, celebrates Remembrance Day. I don't think I've ever heard a Canadian say, "Happy Remembrance Day," because it's not a happy day. While it serves to express the appreciation of Canadians for veterans' sacrifices, it's mainly a solemn day of remembrance, with lots of tears falling from the eyes of veterans and non-veterans alike. Poppies are ubiquitous.
A new feature of this year's Remembrance Day in Ottawa was the placing of a wreath by the mother of a Canadian soldier who committed suicide a few days after returning home from Afghanistan. He had severe PTSD, brought on by the death of his best friend; on the day of the incident, the soldier, a machine gunner, was supposed to have been on a patrol in an armoured vehicle that hit an IED, but he was ordered to undertake another mission and his friend took his place and was killed. The surviving soldier suffered severe survivor's guilt and three days after coming home he hanged himself. He was only 22. It took his mother 13 years of badgering the Canadian government to accept PTSD-related suicide by combat veterans as a combat death. I understand that the U.S., even though it accepts PTSD as a combat wound, will not put the names of suicide victims on the Vietnam Memorial, despite incontrovertible evidence of widespread PTSD among Vietnam Veterans. The same is true of deaths related to Agent Orange exposure: the VA will compensate victims of some Agent Orange diseases, but in the event of death will not put their names on The Wall.
My dad was proud to have been a veteran. I think it an amazing coincidence that we laid him to rest on Veteran's Day 1996.
my dad, who served in the Pacific, died last year, moments after the calendar left December 7
My dad turned 93 last month, and is still going strong. There's not many of these geezers around any more (he lost his last wartime buddy well over a year ago). He always says "if that &%)*% Hitler couldn't kill me I'll be &%)*% if God will"). I find his his humour off-side, but thankfully I didn't have to live through his experiences.
To this day, my daughters (now 21 and 18) call him every Remembrance Day (as my wife and I have had them do since they could talk) just to say "thanks for fighting in the war to make us safe and free Grandpa Herbie". They came to understand early that when he hangs up without replying, it is no insult to them - it is a humble and grateful acknowledgement for the silent pain these heroes bear every day, but have so much difficulty in expressing to others.
Interestingly, I was reminded of a few things that he never told me, from these articles I downloaded today (published a couple of years ago).
https://www.thewhig.com/2013/01/29/no-slowing-down-police-volunteer/wcm/fbd755dd-d18d-b939-61f0-e3c1e5965637
https://www.thewhig.com/2017/07/16/kingston-police-volunteer-receives-prestigious-honour/wcm/e0776272-eb45-bda7-2845-936f01d07bc9
Happy Veteran's Day to all of my fellow veterans and our Active Duty military personnel.
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Happy Veteran's Day to all those who served and honor to those who gave the ultimate sacrifice.
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Happy Veterans Day ! I never used to take the freebies...but if you can not beat them, join them. We went to the Texas Roadhouse today...It was great, the servers were super and two meals for the price of one ! Thank You !
re: VETERAN'S DAY
Yo Phil, you served so you definitely deserve the recognition...my only son just raised his right hand for enlistment into the Marine Corps. His mom is all gung ho a out it but I'm a little sad. My little boy is a man now now. He leaves for Parris Island right after graduation. He could have taken college as a path like his sisters but he said he wanted to do something "bigger". I love that boy
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I never served.. just kind of knew it wasnt for me...seems like people either love it or hate it. Told my son just put your head down and do your very best. He's excited. Does PT with a bunch of kids that are going in with him.
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I wish had found this in time to post for yesterday, but here it is anyway, a beautiful poem that captures the times, the loneliness and suggests an impending tragedy too sad to dwell upon.
Puddles by Mary J Zayas
" ...A muddy puddle reflects an old squeaky ferris wheel.
Another, sits outside an abandoned cotton candy stand.
I hear the ghostly echo of a carny, "One thin dime, one tenth of a dollar"
Only a dime and we could see Little Eva, tiniest woman in the world.
We went in together, his arm around my waist,
his hat at a rakish angle, a cocky grin on his face.
Not afraid of anything.
After all, once he got over there
the war would be over in a few weeks.
He'd come home and we'd go again ...
eat popcorn and see the snake charmer.
Ride the ferris wheel and kiss at the top
as it rocked back and forth/
Dimes disappeared as the war stretched on.
We needed bread more than cotton candy.
News of the war cried louder than the barker.
Sailors and soldiers died and the little dirt road emptied.
What's left is reflected in the muddy puddles.
A few derelict buildings of splintered wood and chipped paint.
I raise my fingers to lips that remember the pressure
of a kiss at the top of the ferris wheel. ..."
Some of the horrors of war take place far from the noise,
the explosions and heroism of the battlefield. I know of
one aunt who, married and sent her young husband off to war.
She once told me, one rainy, cloudy day, that her biggest
regret was that they had only barely consummated there
marriage and there was not time to become pregnant.
She died so many years later a lonely widow with scanty
memories. It rained all three days they had together.
In her later days she left Long Island, New York,
for a home near Phoenix, Arizona when she had the chance
so that it did not rain so often.
re: VETERAN'S DAY
Canada, like the rest of the British Commonwealth nations, celebrates Remembrance Day. I don't think I've ever heard a Canadian say, "Happy Remembrance Day," because it's not a happy day. While it serves to express the appreciation of Canadians for veterans' sacrifices, it's mainly a solemn day of remembrance, with lots of tears falling from the eyes of veterans and non-veterans alike. Poppies are ubiquitous.
A new feature of this year's Remembrance Day in Ottawa was the placing of a wreath by the mother of a Canadian soldier who committed suicide a few days after returning home from Afghanistan. He had severe PTSD, brought on by the death of his best friend; on the day of the incident, the soldier, a machine gunner, was supposed to have been on a patrol in an armoured vehicle that hit an IED, but he was ordered to undertake another mission and his friend took his place and was killed. The surviving soldier suffered severe survivor's guilt and three days after coming home he hanged himself. He was only 22. It took his mother 13 years of badgering the Canadian government to accept PTSD-related suicide by combat veterans as a combat death. I understand that the U.S., even though it accepts PTSD as a combat wound, will not put the names of suicide victims on the Vietnam Memorial, despite incontrovertible evidence of widespread PTSD among Vietnam Veterans. The same is true of deaths related to Agent Orange exposure: the VA will compensate victims of some Agent Orange diseases, but in the event of death will not put their names on The Wall.
re: VETERAN'S DAY
My dad was proud to have been a veteran. I think it an amazing coincidence that we laid him to rest on Veteran's Day 1996.
re: VETERAN'S DAY
my dad, who served in the Pacific, died last year, moments after the calendar left December 7
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My dad turned 93 last month, and is still going strong. There's not many of these geezers around any more (he lost his last wartime buddy well over a year ago). He always says "if that &%)*% Hitler couldn't kill me I'll be &%)*% if God will"). I find his his humour off-side, but thankfully I didn't have to live through his experiences.
To this day, my daughters (now 21 and 18) call him every Remembrance Day (as my wife and I have had them do since they could talk) just to say "thanks for fighting in the war to make us safe and free Grandpa Herbie". They came to understand early that when he hangs up without replying, it is no insult to them - it is a humble and grateful acknowledgement for the silent pain these heroes bear every day, but have so much difficulty in expressing to others.
Interestingly, I was reminded of a few things that he never told me, from these articles I downloaded today (published a couple of years ago).
https://www.thewhig.com/2013/01/29/no-slowing-down-police-volunteer/wcm/fbd755dd-d18d-b939-61f0-e3c1e5965637
https://www.thewhig.com/2017/07/16/kingston-police-volunteer-receives-prestigious-honour/wcm/e0776272-eb45-bda7-2845-936f01d07bc9