On the 11th hour of the 11th day of November in 1918, World War One ended. Arguably the most terrible war the modern world had witnessed to date was finally over. Few souls on Earth went untouched in some way by the war. So many served, so many died, and so many took the scars of their experience home with them and did their best to get on with life. All had hoped there would never be cause for such sacrifice in the future.
Of course, we know the call came again and again. And despite full knowledge of the challenges, horrors, and heartbreaking losses, many brave young men and women answered the call a few years later when the U.S. entered World War II- all four of my Dad’s brother’s served in WW2- two of them in the Japanese Theater and two in Europe; (Dad didn’t serve till the Korean War). They, like so many of their friends at the time, did so because they accepted what it means to serve and defend our most deeply held shared values as Americans. My many cousins and I were all raised to be proud of their service, this country and what it meant to serve.
My Uncle Thomas P. Hughes, U.S. Army while stationed in Germany
In recent years, I have seen many of my friends serve in different branches of the Armed Forces, most of them have come home unharmed; some with wounds we can’t see, other with a limp or tow- but thankfully, like all of my uncles- they all came home. So many haven’t…
This Veteran’s Day I hope you will join me in a spirit of gratitude for veterans everywhere. I believe each of us can see our way to hold them in our minds— those we know personally and those we have never known. If you see a veteran, thank them. If you know the family of a veteran, help them. Let us pay homage with pride.
My Dad just before shipping out during the Korean War and on the right,
few of his buddies.. luckily, they all came home & had long lives with loving families.