I love the Veterans who have given their lives for us. The ones who still serve and have served.
To them I have enormous respect and honor!
Men and women. My father was in WW11 and is gone now. My brother was in NAM, in the Navy, he was on the aircraft carrier called The Oriskany, or as some call it, ‘The Mighty O.’
My brother was on the ship in 1964-66. That’s only because of this reason: In the Chrismas season of 1966 my Mom was begging him to come home. He wanted to stay on the ship. But she kept begging him and he finally did. This was in October. While he was home, on October 27th, A fire broke out on the ships forward hangar bay and rushed through 5 decks killing 44 men, my brother’s friends.
I can’t even imagine how my brother has felt all these years. I believe he blames himself in some way. So very tragic. For all of them. The living, and the dead. Even for some of us that were never in the wars.
Let’s say Viet Nam. I know how Vets were treated when they came home. They were actually fighting another war. I for one, never treated any Vet that way. Never will.
We owe Veterans. We owe them, respect, honor, a hug, a salute! A Meal, a place to stay! Instead of these illegals getting everything while there are Veterans that are homeless and committing suicide at the rate of 22, more or less, a day!
They’ve given us their all! They have sacrificed in a way that if you and I haven’t been in their boots, we have no idea. So, If you see a Veteran today, please, go up to him or her, say hello or something good, tell them you respect them, thank them. You’ll really make their day. And mine.
Here’s some history about the Oriskany:
Sinking of the Oriskany: