Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force and all the others – I thank you, for keeping us safe, for giving your lives in the service of our country, for standing up and being good men. So make sure when you come home, be a good man, please.
I was raised in a home with a World War II veteran, Navy, with remnants all around the house – Pearl Harbor pictured on a silk pillow with a poignant poem, plaques on the wall, medals in a frame, and scars on the Old Man (my uncle). He limped for as long as I knew him and wore a neck brace some of the time and used crutches now and then. His boat was hit by a suicide bomber, split it right in half and he fell down an open hatch, broke his neck and was flown to Okinawa Naval Hospital. I have no doubt it scarred him inside as well as outside. War is hell. But what he put our family through was nothing short of Hell either.
So if and when you come home, soldiers, come home as men, not as sniveling cowards who terrorize your children, raise your hands to your wife or in any other way decimate the good name you earned in the service of our country.
If you were a man over there, be a man over here.