Normally, I have a lot to say, depending upon the topic. Right now, in remembering Veteran’s Day, I have very few words. We celebrate Veteran’s Day to honor those who have served in the armed services. It is not to be confused (as has been done by some ignorant leaders in the past) with Memorial Day, which is a day of remembrance for those who died while serving.
I am a disabled vet, but I’m nothing special. I served my country, got injured, left the military on a medical discharge, and pursued civilian work. If I had it to do over again, I would have tried not to get injured, and would have fought like mad to stay in the service. The time I spent wearing a uniform ranks very high in my list of the best times in my life. As soon as I left, I started to miss it, and I miss it to this day. There is something to be said for the camaraderie, the order and stability, and the peace — yes, peace — that can be found in surrendering yourself to a life of order and discipline. People throughout the ages who have served in armies or navies have felt the same thing, and it is a good feeling.
We celebrate Veteran’s Day on November 11th, because the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 marks the end of hostilities in World War I, the War to End All Wars, or so we hoped. We have had many wars since then, but we still remember that one as special.
May we never forget.