Considered doing a post about this, but that would be kinda like being the only one around to wish yourself happy birthday. Thanks Jonn.
Wasn’t in the mud, but could smell it.
Wasn’t in the jungle, but could see it.
Didn’t fly combat missions, but helped rescue some that did.
Got shot at, and shot back.
Then we all came home and shared a thing or two that was just maybe more important.
Got spit at, and called names.
Went to the VFW (et al) and were turned away.
‘Lost’ our uniforms and shrunk a bit when Vietnam was mentioned.
Not all, perhaps, but many learned to just stay out of sight.
But we watched…
Somewhere, somehow, something unspoken grew.
From that amorphous beginning a simple two word phrase started being heard… Never Again!
Never again will our military come home to unanswered curses and finger pointing.
That torch has been handed on quite nicely, so I feel free to answer your thanks with; You Are Welcome.