The United States commemorates two days a year for our
military—one day to mourn the passing of those who have paid the last full
measure of devotion and one day to celebrate those who survived to return home
to friends and family. Today is the day for celebration and remembrance.
Many years ago, I joined a long, continuous line of guardians
stretching back centuries into the past. Collectively we pledged our lives and
sacred honor to defend home and family. We are joined in a unique band of brothers
and sisters who have one common feature—we signed a blank check on behalf of our
nation, payable with our lives. Anyone can do it, but few answer the call. In
the United States, fewer than 1% of the population become part of this band.
The rate is even lower in other countries. Many of us serve just one tour,
while others spend a lifetime in uniform, some continuing on to serve in
civilian service while their uniforms gather dust in a closet.
Many saw combat and experienced horrors that caused trauma
that lives within to this day. Others did not survive. My son is one of those
who survived Iraq and Afghanistan only to end his own life due to the ever-growing
pain of PTSD. While he and so many others are part of this day, their special
day comes in May. Others stood the watch, waiting for the call that never came.
Still others fought in the shadows of clandestine wars undeclared, doing battle
with those malign entities who meant harm to their home and allies, never to
acknowledge their struggle.
For the United States, our line goes back to the
Revolutionary War. When our country called, we answered. The line continues on
as we hand off our duties to the next generation of guardians, content to sit
back and rest… or do we? We veterans will lament about the long hours, terrible
conditions, crappy food, military bureaucratic stupidity, long days away from
home in locations ranging from beautiful to horrendous… and yet… and yet we
still hear it. Even today, after all the years in uniform, I can hear the call
to duty, the desire to be with my brothers and sisters in arms. We look back
and think to ourselves, “I’d do it all again.”
So happy Veteran’s Day to my brothers and sisters in arms. I remember you, want to be with you, and would do it all again with you.