Hug a Veteran Day!
Rough tough men and women of the military deserve hugs today. I’m not a hugger, but today, damnit, I am.
I don’t really consider myself to be a Veteran. On paper, sure, I am. I have the uniforms, papers, award certificates and metals to prove it. I just didn’t get the opportunity to prove myself as a true veteran. But broken hip be damned, I loved every minute of it.
Do I wish I could have gone over to Iraq with my unit? Yes. Even knowing my life would be completely different from what it is now? Yes. Have I ever said that out loud before? No. I’d never trade my kids or husband, ever. But I do know that when I signed those papers back when I was 17, I signed them and meant it. I’m a doer. I’m a person who, when I make up my mind, do it. I didn’t plan on breaking my hip. Not for a second. I also didn’t foresee the broken foot, either. (Foot came first, hip came second.) Clearly, something was happening so I wouldn’t have to go, but still. I felt it as my obligation to my unit, my family and my country. And the only other people in the world who can understand that feeling are people who are or have served before. It’s that sense of pride, accomplishment. That’s something no one can take away from me.
So today I say thanks. To my Grandpa Marty, my Aunt Debbie, my Uncle Steve, my biological father Lee, my high school friends, my best basic buddy Brown, all the guys I served with at the 298th Transportation Company, the little old guy named Bill who I hugged at the gym today to say thanks, and all other veterans out there. All of you, you know who you are, are doing something completely selfless. Not many people can say that they have done that.
Today is your day. Walk with pride. Hooah.