By Sunny Fry
Today, there's a lot that will be said about our armed
forces, words of honor and praise, with flags and bands and a gaggle of
politicians using the occasion to get face recognition. You deserve the honor, but rather than saying
something about you, as I sat to write, I wanted to write something to you.
I know you. You
served with my son, who's safe home now and taking advantage of that marvelous
GI bill. You met me when we went to drop
him off, a group of you barreling down the barracks steps in your lousy loose
shower shoes, and told me confidently not to worry, that you had his back. I was with you when you left on that hot, hot
day in your full uniforms, sweating and miserable, and all of you still looking
so competent and strong and confident, and I felt better when I realized that
he wasn't going to have to handle the whole thing all by himself -- that you
would be with him, and you were trained and prepared and tough. And that you loved him, as he loved you.
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