I thought about this earlier as I was writing the Tumblr post for Veterans Day, and I thought I would share.
A few years ago, I made a trip to Washington DC for a communications conference. One night while we were there, a group of us got together and went to the DC monuments at night (a very cool experience…everyone should do it). The trip was just a year or so after my grandfather died, so I was rather excited to go to the WWII Memorial.
Short story…it was a moving, and spectacular night. Standing in front of the Georgia stone, I thought about all my grandfather had done. Henderson Field on Iwo Jima, Tarawa, Saipan, he was in the thick of it from beginning to end. As I said earlier, I never really found out all that he did until he died…it was eye-opening to see all the places he went, and to think about being on a ship, moving from island to island, taking back the Pacific one lonely rock at a time.
for my last stop as I was leaving DC was Arlington, I went to the Marine Corps Memorial.
I cried. Like a giant baby. All 6-2 200 lbs of me, sobbing uncontrollably as I stood at the base of the monument. I am sure that Buster was there with me that day. I am sure he was happy that I recognized all he did for me, and for this country. as I said this morning…they truly were the greatest generation.
Hats off to the veterans, each of us owe you a personal debt of thanks.
Also, I know I mentioned earlier about the pic of my grandfather in uniform…
Happy Veterans Day.