Veterans Day. This is the day in which we honor those who have (and are currently) served our great nation. But what does it mean to be a Vet? Have you ever pondered what serving in our military today is like? Do you know anyone who has or is serving?
There is so much I could tell you about the daily scarifies that our men and women make, and that their families make, too. But It would fill up much more of your time than I normally do. Of all that they sacrifice for our freedom, it is my opinion (from experience) that leaving your family behind is the biggest. Imagine giving birth with out the father present. Christmas with out mom. Anniversaries alone. Imagine not being able to watch your child’s first steps.
Regardless of your political views of the wars and conflicts our nation is involved in, honor the men and women who go, no questions asked, do to the bidding of their Commander In Chief, regardless of who it is.
From my time in Afghanistan, though embedded in an Army unit, I was still a Sailor!
My “Fish”, or the recognition that I qualified as Submarine Warfare Officer
I remember exactly where I was on 9/11/01. I remember that I was a senior in college at Savannah State University starting my last semester. I remember that I was in NROTC preparing to take the Oath of Office as an Ensign in the US Navy that December.
I remember that my clock radio woke me up some time after the first tower was struck. I remember the DJ saying a plane had hit the World Trade Center in New York and thinking why the huge deal over a small plane collision with a big building. I remember that the possibility of an airliner crashing into such a huge building, or that a major terrorist attach on US soil never entered the realm of possibilities as I hit snooze. I remember that when I finally did crawl out of bed the shock and horror I felt when I finally realized what had happened. I remember the anger, fear, and uncertainty that followed for the rest of the day.
I remember how everything changed after that day. I remember the explosion of patriotism that swept the nation. I remember that you couldn’t find a US flag in the store; as they were all sold out. I remember our nation preparing and going to war in Afghanistan while I was in my naval training. I remember watching the news of it between classes and being frustrated that I was stuck in a brick building in Groton, CT, and not out on my ship taking the war to the enemy. I remember about 5 years later that I would go to Afghanistan, and finally “do my part.”
When I see the indifference that the ‘people’ of this nation now have towards the conflict or the event 11 years ago, I remember the lives lost on that horrific day, and those lost since and still being lost.