This is posted not long after the eleventh second of the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh month has just passed, very timely Reba. I don't know if I can spell it but all of you youngsters are wondering what's with all the elevens.
Armistice Day, never heard of it? Of course you have, it was taught to you in Junior High, we didn't have Middle School back then. On the eleventh second of the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of 11 November the peace treaty was signed, ending World War One. That, if you did not know it is why 11/11 of every year is Veteran's Day. It has been the Old Soldier's Day since WW I ended.
And I tell you the truth, I would that every one of you could understand what it is like to wear your best friend but I pray none of you ever find out. My dad, not birth parent, served from December the eighth through 1957 and fought the Pacific Theater as an unarmed Medic and remained in Japan until '47 servig the occupation out.
Night Terrors? Howard had them every night and it ruined his first marriage but there was no PTSD diagnosis in the day and he lived with it. Our Veterans, every one of us take took the field has worn some part of their best friend on their clothes at some point, it is not like in the movies and you see, I had it very soft, I flew. I returned every night to sleep on a cot.
But there were and there are tens of thousands of Grunts for every Helicopter in a war. They eat rotten rations, hastily prepared and sleep in the mud. If you ever see an Old Soldier's Trophy Display and there is a large blue and silver badge at the top with what appears to be a Kentucky Long Rifle on it, respect that man to death, he's a Grunt