To all my fellow veterans, Happy Veterans Day
Veterans Day
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My Brother years ago, "Major McCool", after the Gulf War. 20 years as Herc Squadron leader out of Trenton Ontario. I think he's been in every hell hole in the world, and rarely talks about it.
Chargerkiddave
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Veterans Day is when America pauses to remember that her freedom has always come at a price paid in human blood and broken bodies. It’s not a holiday of celebration so much as one of reverence— a living memorial stitched together by stories of courage, loss, and duty.
At 11:00 a.m. on the 11th day of the 11th month —the precise moment the guns of World War I fell silent— the country honors all who wore the uniform, from the muddy trenches of France to the deserts of Iraq. The air seems to hold its breath; flags ripple in slow motion; and for a fleeting instant, even the noise of modern life softens.
Each veteran is a walking fragment of history. The old man with the weathered ball cap at the diner once jumped from a burning bomber over Europe. The quiet nurse in the VA line once fought a different war— against infection, exhaustion, and fear. The young amputee who learned to walk again carries not only his own scars but the unseen weight of comrades who didn’t return, who sacrificed their last full measure of devotion to the nation that had birthed them.
Veterans Day matters because it reminds us that citizenship is not a spectator sport. It’s a covenant, a sacred promise— one guaranteed by those willing to risk everything for people they’ve never met. In honoring them, the nation measures itself: not by its wealth or its politics, but by its gratitude.
Thank you, veterans!
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[/td]Each veteran is a walking fragment of history. The old man with the weathered ball cap at the diner once jumped from a burning bomber over Europe. The quiet nurse in the VA line once fought a different war— against infection, exhaustion, and fear. The young amputee who learned to walk again carries not only his own scars but the unseen weight of comrades who didn’t return, who sacrificed their last full measure of devotion to the nation that had birthed them.
Veterans Day matters because it reminds us that citizenship is not a spectator sport. It’s a covenant, a sacred promise— one guaranteed by those willing to risk everything for people they’ve never met. In honoring them, the nation measures itself: not by its wealth or its politics, but by its gratitude.
Thank you, veterans!
Unkle Krusty
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Remembrance Day for us.
My father was in London at 1100 on 11 November 1911.
My father was in London at 1100 on 11 November 1911.
Nutso
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Thank you veterans!
To all you vets who serve and protect our great nation…
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