As Veteran's Day came and went last week, I reflected on my military service and gave thanks for all who've served. But as people made a big deal of the day, the attention started to wear on me. Sunday morning, sitting in church Veteran's Day just seemed to lose most importance for me.
I know this is gonna make many people mad (although this blog isn't read by many anyway), but I find many veterans braggadocious about their service. I support and appreciate the special parades and memorials put forward each Veteran's Day, but as a veteran who did my job and was compensated for it, I need no special recognition.
I believe Veteran's Day is a day of remembrance for those who've given their all in service to our country and suffered as a result. Veteran's Day is not a happy day. For those of us who were paid, clothed, fed and housed by a grateful nation appreciative of our service, no additional special recognition is needed. If you want to say thank you, I'll respond with a polite, "you're welcome" and you are. Thank you to the United States of America for the opportunities you gave me and the support you continue to offer us veterans.
I am glad I served and feel honored to have done so. I appreciate that like many, my superiors and nation took me, faults and all, and used me as they needed.
For those who think I'm being silly, consider that the military is a microcosm of our society with good and bad. Therefore, not all who served were the romantic heroes we so often portray them to be. I know I wasn't one. I have the perspective of more than 12 years of military service in two branches and I know some were people who had the choice of jail or military, some joined to learn discipline, some stayed in because the retirement benefits were better than they could get anywhere else and some joined to gain an education.
For me, I joined for three reasons; 1) I was patriotic and wanted to be in the US Military, 2) I wanted some education and wasn't going to college to get it, and 3) the military would pay me while I got that education.
You see, I believe I was just doing my job. The heroes were the other guys. One of the heroes was a 17 year-old I saw die from exhaustion in Army Boot Camp. Two other heroes were the guys badly burned from a boiler blow-out onboard my first Navy ship. Other heroes (for me) include the helicopter pilots who took me safely from land to a carrier in the Persian Gulf. Another hero is my deceased Uncle who flew missions during Vietnam. The Drill Sargent (Ellis) who wouldn't give up on me is a hero (I wonder where he is today).
But as for the rest of us, and there are millions of us, we were just doing our jobs.