To those who served before, with, and after me – thank you.
To those who were civilians from 1985 to 1991 – thank you for being the kind of Americans worth serving.
Seriously, sometimes the only thing that makes the military tolerable is knowing that someday you’ll come home to a country with ice cubes, hot showers, flush toilets, and that doesn’t smell like a mix of diesel exhaust & urine.
And congratulations to Google for actually bothering to pay lip service this time around.
Oh, and an answer to that pesky grammatical question from the US Dept. of Veterans Affairs:
Q. Which is the correct spelling of Veterans Day?
a. Veterans Day
b. Veteran’s Day
c. Veterans’ DayA. Veterans Day (choice a, above). Veterans Day does not include an apostrophe but does include an “s” at the end of “veterans” because it is not a day that “belongs” to veterans, it is a day for honoring all veterans.
Thank you for your service Harvey, you and all of our service people are awesome!
A special prayer for our soldiers in harms way.
Thank you.
Thank you, Harvey. And to others who served.
Thank you Harvey, and thank you Basil. Thanks to all the people here who had the cajones to put on the uniform.
Thanks to all who served and died fighting to protect the freedoms we hold dear.
Thank you Harvey and all others who have served/are serving. I appreciate the military for the freedoms they protect and the inevitable Military Coup they will fight in the future to preserve the freedoms they’d previously fought for.
First thank you and all of those who have served our country in the armed forces, may God bless you and yours for the sacrifice.
Second, does it make you mad that the those who have died in service already get memorial day, but for veterans day (which is supposed to be for the living) we celebrate it by putting wreaths on graves of the deceased like we did on memorial day?? Or am I the only one who doesn’t understand this?
Thanks, Harvey! And thank you to all the other vets out there. God bless you all.
jasonfromdallasgeorgia – Well, technically all fallen soldiers ARE veterans (sort of an “all squares are rectangles” kinda thing), and since they gave up everything in defense of the nation, I’m willing to let them double-dip on this one.
My father served in WWII, my older brother served, my younger brother served, my nephew served, and I served.
But only my father ever got shot at. (and had the scars and the purple heart to prove it.)
We’re lucky that way.
I suppose we’re all technically veterans, but there ought to be a special designation for those who served in combat – something awesome.
I served from 1964 to 1968 and I would like to thank the low-life smelly doper hippies of my day for providing a better class of punching bags. It’s almost no fun to punch these metrosexual posers.
Happy Veterans Day! (I could belong to us if we wanted)
Scars and a purple heart aren’t an awesome designation?
Seriously though, when you see combat it is something that leaves a mark on you and those who fought beside you that never really leaves, fancying it up would only be gilding the lilly.
Geez, I got it wrong and FrnakJ got it right.
Well, I got it wrong mostly because I assumed FrnakJ got it wrong.
Especially ones from Hollywood before they became the libturd wankers they are today.
There was a Veterans Day moviethon on one of the classic channels and a scene from one featured a hobo who didn’t know there was a war on and basically just wanted to be a bum with no responsibilities. So he gets hauled in to the local JotP who gives him a little talk. Imagine if there were a scene in a movie today with these words:
“You are a sight mister, you are indeed. I asked you before where you were from and what you were doing. Well I can answer that question myself.
You’ve been having a wonderful time in this America of ours, following the sun, going where you pleased, saying what you want to say, doing what you want to do, a real free man. But you’ve no right to that freedom now. You haven’t even got the right to sit in jail anymore. And I’ll tell you why mister. I’ll tell you just as plain as I can say it. You haven’t any rights any more because Ed Gilroy lost his boy in Pearl Harbor, because Sam Kowalski’s got three sons in uniform, and he’s working 19 hours a day, 7 days a week in the field so that all of his boys and the other soldiers can have plenty to eat. Because Sara Henry’s daughter is going to work in a war factory and her boy Harry is in the Air Force. That means that Sara Henry has got to be mother, father, and hired man on her farm. Yes sir, all over this country most people are giving up their kids, and their husbands, and fathers and working like they’ve never worked before to hurry the day when each of us can choose what we want to do in the American way. If what you want to do after the war is loafin’, well that’s your business. But you’ve got to earn that right now. While others are working and dying for you. If you don’t do a little working and sweating yourself, you’re not on the American side. No matter how much you talk of the ‘American Way’.”
God bless our troops, past, present, and future.
#12 – Trigger,
Yeah, you’re right.
I guess it’s like when they say, “If you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it.”
As I wasn’t there, I can’t know what it was like.
Still, I salute my father, and all the honorable brotherhood of warriors who know.
Sa-Lute!
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