If I might begin this short story with a collection of Googled historical facts, please allow me. Fighting ceased in the "war to end all wars" between allied and German forces when an Armistice or temporary cessation of combat went into effect during the 11th month on the 11th day at the 11th hour in the year of 1918. Just a little over 7 months later, WWI officially ended on June 28, 1919 with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles. The following November of 1919, President Wilson proclaimed November 11 as Armistice Day providing for parades, public meetings, and even the suspension of business across America at the 11th hour of the day. It wasn't until June 4, 1926 that Congress confirmed November 11th to be a legal holiday with a resolution that was passed which required the Flag of the United States to appear on all government buildings on this day. Finally on May 13, 1938, the eleventh day of the eleventh month with emphasis on the eleventh hour of that calendar year, Armistice Day was declared a National Holiday to be set aside for this country to celebrate World Peace. The War that was to "End All Wars" was the catapult for not just America but the entire world to show tribute to the veterans, the men and women that participated in the last war as mankind tried to define it! You see, WWI was not the first war this country had engaged, nor would it be America's last. In reality, this young republic had witnessed from the American revolution through WWI a total of 43 wars, campaigns, and military engagements, all of which helped define the word Veteran.
While the United States Congress was busy giving us a paid Federal Holiday in 1938, the drums of war were already pounding in the far East as the Empire of Japan was aggressively engaged in China. The Nazi Party had taken control of the Christian Nation of Germany with their socialist poison as these developing war machines too, were ignored by a passive nation suffering through the historic title we now define as the Great Depression. Even as WWI ended, and the massage of Armistice Day to Veterans Day was modified but yet to be defined, this country involved it's countrymen in 3 more conflicts before we were forced to define yet another generation of American Veterans. We know them today as our country's "Greatest Generation" not only because of the sacrifices of the fighting men and women, but the war machine that stayed behind to insure another victory in yet another war we came to know as WWII. Now, our government no longer tried to resolve history's lessons by saying WWII would be our last war. No indeed. In fact, there were 3 more skirmishes that cost American lives before our Government tried to stop the halt of Communism in South Korea. Following the Armistice that ended the Korean Conflict in July of 1953, America's Congress moved one more time on June 1, 1954, finally defining November 11 as Veterans Day. It was then and is today our way of honoring the surviving American Veterans of her wars!
And these little wars, campaigns, and skirmishes continued to line up, one behind another as men and women did and still do to this day, write a blank check for their lives made payable to the elected leadership of the United States of America. There we find the words, "All gave some and some gave all," ringing in our ears as the annual celebration of Veterans Day comes only to pass until the next year. Just how many gave their today for your tomorrow? From the end of the Korean Conflict until Vietnam, American played host to the cold war in the USSR and China. Vietnam is what I define as "my generation's" war. I wrote my check to the United States Government in November of 1971. That oath I took, to defend the Constitution of the United States against Enemy's Foreign and Domestic, Never Expires! That same heart beat exists within the soul of every surviving veteran across this country. We that have survived, lived, and prospered from the sacrifice of so many, recognize the "sanctity" of this day set aside for just us, Veterans Day. Where Vietnam may have defined my generation's war, there were 18 more of those little wars, campaigns, and skirmishes that rounded out the 20th Century.
Let us move into the 21st century. You see, I never dreamed that Veterans Day could ever be redefined or more finely focused as it became for me on September 11, 2001. I was concerned in 1990 and 1991 when the liberation of Kuwait or Gulf War kicked off. I remember my oldest adopted son was a sophomore in High School. He came running into my Nursery and Landscape office all excited exclaiming we were dropping bombs in the middle east and kicking some serious butt. I knew it was going to happen, just caught off guard by his excitement. I looked at him, acknowledged his innocent excitement and walked into the dark night behind my office where I tried to fight back tears that came into my eyes. In the darkness, I prayed for those kindred spirits of active duty military I knew would carry the title of veteran and share this holiday with me for the rest of their life if they came home. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. I had three boys that I had adopted when Linda and I married and not once was I ever concerned about their involvement with the military. What you, the reader should know, is that I was an Active Duty Army Reservist in the United States Army when the Gulf War started. This war gave my National Defense Service Medal a gold star that complimented my Vietnam Era service. Sitting in the second grade at this time was my own flesh and blood that thought his Dad helped God hang the moon. I knew what being a veteran and active duty military meant to me and everything in his life from the day his mother left us when he was 16 months old, was geared into directing his path down a military avenue of some sort. Then I find myself sitting at the foot of my bed watching hi-jacked airliners fly into the World Trade Centers. Ten short years from the second grade I sat there realizing he had just finished his Tactical Air Control Party Training in the United States Air Force and Basic Airborne Training at Ft Benning, Georgia. He was home on leave before reporting to his first duty station at Pope Air Force Base, NC next door to Fort Bragg. Oh that cocky grin as he looked at me, slapped my leg, and said, "Looks like my generation finally got our war too, Dad!" I wanted to puke, and the next decade was yet to be defined.
During this 10 year run, I sat back and watched my son progress through the ranks and hone his military skills through many schools offered in his career path as a professional NCO. Along the way he added the distinguished Army Ranger Tab to his shoulder and became HALO qualified while attached to the 1/75th Ranger Battalion in Savannah, GA. 9 times I watched him go in and come out of harms way and will never forget the phone call from Germany when his voice told me, "Well dad, the war is over for me now, and I'm not sure what to do!" Tears right now as I remember his words realizing WAR was the only thing he knew! But he was my veteran now. He had achieved every dream I ever had and both of us survived and I thank God. I can define veteran now from every perspective and take it from me, that of a parent is the hardest, yet most cherished. He is relatively safe now as his heart, soul, and mind heal in the Arctic cold of Alaska. Veterans Day certainly has not lost significance to me, not at all, folks! I started blogging in 2011 and this is the first time I've neglected to comment or share anything with my friends on this "hallowed day" set aside for Veterans.
You see, this day did not slip by me this year. As Veterans Day approached, I realized that I am surrounded by Veterans. They are from every walk of life, every nationality, race, and gender. They exist among my every day surrounds! Those Veterans that a piece of legislation demands of us to take time off and rest only seems we are honoring "at" them instead of for them. Once you write that check to Uncle Sam and you watch your own flesh and blood follow your lead with their own life, things change in your heart. Songs like:
Radney Foster's, "Angel Flight," http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO3rrPHQwbs
Billy Ray Cyrus', "Some Gave All," http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MoYZYWTPGM0
and "The Star Spangled Banner," http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ETrr-XHBjE
Every one of them seem to take on an entirely new meaning! Go ahead and click on each one if you wish to feel the impact of this short story. Tell me please, what did it do to you? There is an entire boulevard at Louisiana College of Natchez White Crepe Myrtles planted by classmates and students of that institution in honor of SSG Robert Sweeney, III. He was one of the first to give all in this war against terrorism stating that, "Those people that died in those twin towers didn't sign their name on a piece of paper to give their life for this country, but I did!" That young man gave that day so you could have this one! I along with many others will never forget this young man, yet the time will come that another generation will not know "why those trees exist," and simply admire their beauty and cool themselves under their shade during a future summer's heat.
I did not suffer in the jungles of my generation's war. I did write my name on that check made payable to Uncle Sam and he saw fit to use me as he did many others elsewhere. I will not forget the footprints left on American soil of the men and women whose footprints were last left on foreign soils. Those people, those would be Veterans had they lived, made my tomorrow possible and for that, every single day I live I will celebrate at Veterans Day. Did you get that? Every single day? As I exited my city vehicle this very day to take the City of Pineville's deposit into the bank, I tilted my head against the 36 degree winds of global warming. As I approached the doors, a lady that looked to be somewhere around my age held the door open for a frail gentleman, of many years, to exit. Upon his head was a purple cap adorned with the Purple Heart. I immediately knew him, a veteran of WWII, possibly Korea. As I approached him gently, I told him that I wanted to thank him. He asked me not to squeeze him too hard, thinking that was my intention. I smiled and said I just wanted to thank him for his service to me and this country. It was him that smiled and squeezed me. He then asked, "what do you think of this cold weather?" I couldn't help but reply, "I thank God for it this early. It will make my peaches sweeter this spring." He said, "enjoy one for me, son!" I felt the meaning of his words. I knew the meaning behind them. He will probably not be with us this spring, but his memory will! For me, this was just one more "Veteran's Day." I am looking forward to the one tomorrow as well as that first bite into a big Juicy Peach this coming spring.
As of today, America's battlefields have yielded 1,321,612 killed, 1,531,046 wounded and the Old Guard at Arlington National Cemetery hold in honor our unknown and soldiers missing in action that total 38,159. So remember this number if you have read this far. 2,756,150 reasons why we are where we are today. It is there. Wikipedia.org. United States Military Casualties of War.
Rod Ferguson
November 14, 2014
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I had never heard the Angel Flight song before. Oh my that was awesome! Thanks for including it in your story. And I agree, everyday that we enjoy our freedom is a day to remember and celebrate our veterans!
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