The military has been a large part of my life for over 70 years. First, it kept my dad from me for the first three years of my life. WWII was difficult for the whole world and my world in particular. Thank you for your service, Dad. Then I THINK the military paid for my hip repair while Dad was out of the picture.
The military receded into the background for a couple of decades until Viet Nam. My husband-to-be got his draft notice lying in a hospital bed having narrowly escaped death from a ruptured appendix and peritonitis.
After our marriage, the first thirteen months of togetherness being spent apart while he was in Korea, we were almost "normal" for a few years until he eventually got sent to Viet Nam. He survived that but was killed in a plane crash on his way to testify about an arrest he’d made there.
In the meantime, I spent what was to become a quarter century working at a military hospital seeing too much of what Viet Nam had wrought.
Eventually I developed various relationships with other military men and one of them has lasted for nearly 40 years, now. In the interim I joined the navy reserves and in that ten years managed to get past the first Gulf war unscathed.
Now that long-term relationship finds my SO recuperating from bypass surgery. Today is Veterans Day and I want to thank that veteran and all those who have played such important parts in my life.
Thank you for your service.