Being a WWII vet with service in the Philippines and my only brother killed in the battle for Okinawa I sometimes get the feeling that the two of us along with so very many of my age and older are like old books put off a shelf to be replaced by newer editions. War is hell for whomever in whatever generation that is on the world stage for those yet living.
Thank you for your service and God Rest your brother.
It breaks my heart to hear that you feel like “an old book put on a shelf,” especially with the price you have paid in losing your brother and your own personal sacrifice.
We didn’t stop at honoring the “newer editions” that evening. (Funny you mention that. Those retired Seals looked young to me, strange how that happens as you get older). We had every vet there stand up and go to the front and recognized every one of them, from all branches.
It was held at a private club (a venue for live music) where hubby and I are members, but this night it was open to the public. Every night, and I mean EVERY night this place is open, we have all veterans stand and be recognized so that they can be thanked by others that are there.
My Dad is a vet (Korea) and we brought him there once and he loved it so much he joined as well. He has never had so many “thanks” in all of his life. If you are ever in our neck of the woods (Houston), you are more than welcome to go as our guest. I can assure you that you won’t leave feeling like put-away old book anymore.
God bless and thank you, sir, for your service. You and your fellow soldiers will NEVER become old books to be placed on the shelves of history. You were part of the Greatest Generation, the generation of my parents. You made it possible for me to grow up with a great love for my country, for all the men and women in WWII who made that possible. I salute you and your band of brothers. Know that you are remembered and loved, and so very much appreciated for your sacrifices so that we may be free. May God bless you all, and may God bless America!