Wednesday, October 30, 2002

What is a Vet?

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating
two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose
overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by hour hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She (or he) is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep
sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Paris Island drill instructor who has never seen combat - but
has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals
with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by, but keeps the supply lines full.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose
presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and
aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the
nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who
offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country,
and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice
theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is
nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest,
greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU."

It's the soldier, not the reporter, who gave us our freedom of the press.

It's the soldier, not the poet, who gave us our freedom of speech.

It's the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gave us our freedom to
demonstrate.

It's the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves others with respect for
the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester
to burn the flag.

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our
military men and women who go in harms way. There is nothing attached...

Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. serviceman, prayer is the very best
one. I know, I've seen it work!

And, I might add the people of CBS that served this country, in the military, and those that served in the cause of freedom, and liberty.
The names are numerous, and I was remiss in not including all the vets last year. So, perhaps by Memorial Day I can update that list of the venerable men and women that served.
So, on November 11th, at 11am, pause, and reverently place your hand over your heart, as a silent gesture, and prayer, for those that lie in sweet repose in the fields of battle, and in places of honor in their family resting places.
They deserve this moment.

Peace be unto you, and those that now sleep in eternal peace.

Tony Cucurullo