Way back when, My Grandpa came home with a metal plate in his head.
I served in the Air Force and was blessed to survive a mishap that could eazily have taken my life.
Others didn't fare as well. Sometimes I feel guilty; why not me?
It's nice to see some unknowns remembered this day. But, I shure miss some great friends.
http://www.usba.com/memorialday/ SH I also served 8 years Air Force from 62 thru 69. I was in an
Engineering Squadron destined for Pleiku in 65. We never got there as we were waylayed in Okinawa. Others went and paid a price. For years I had that same guilt. Why them and not us?
My wife and I were visiting the wall a few years back locating some aquaintance's names. I told a Vet about my feelings. He said "you served man. That's all you could do. Never feel guilty about not going because you could have been sent at any time. leave the guilt to those who refused to serve."
I for one will never forget those who paid the ultimate price.
A real hero friend of mine sent this to me.
John Stuart Mill observed in the 1800s;
“War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself”.
And it is even more true today. Thank God we have warriors!!
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