He was/is a Mentor and Friend that instructed me and taught me different things and how to maintain proper various watches down in the forward engine room. I found him just recently on Facebook and this is one of his posts that he found and put up for all to see a couple of months ago and I only found it fitting for today.
Neither of us knows who wrote this: It is NOT Mine -- if Anyone Does Know or runs across it and finds out Who -- Please let me know as this is Just Fantastic and I want to give them Credit for an Awesome Piece.
DADDY, WHAT IS A VET?
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service:
a missing limb, a jagged scar,
a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them:
a pin holding a bone together,
a piece of shrapnel in the leg -
or perhaps another sort of inner steel:
the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however,
the men and women who have
kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia
sweating two gallons a day making sure
the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks,
whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in
the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to
sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person
and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.
He is the Fort Polk drill instructor
who has never seen combat -
but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy,
no-account rednecks and gang members into Soldiers,
and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade - riding Legionnaire
who pins on his ribbons and medals
with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who
watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is any of the three anonymous heroes
in The Tomb Of The Unknowns,
whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery
must forever preserve the memory
of all the anonymous heroes whose valor
dies unrecognized with them on the
battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket -
palsied now and aggravatingly slow -
who helped liberate a Nazi death camp
and who wishes all day long
that his wife were still alive
to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being -
a person who offered some of his life's most
vital years in the service of his country,
and who sacrificed his ambitions
so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a member of the "Greatest Generation"
not because of his age,
but because of sacrifices he has made.
He is what is right in the world, a sure bet.
He is a member of an honored brotherhood, he is a vet.
He is a soldier and a savior and
a sword against the darkness,
and he is nothing more than the finest and,
greatest testimony on behalf of the
finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone
who has served our country,
just lean over and say "Thank You."
That's all most people need,
and in most cases it will mean more
than any medals they could
have been awarded or were awarded.
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I Thought it was just .... Well, just know I think this is a GREAT Piece!
