I have always been uncomfortable with that phrase, and frankly, would prefer to never hear it again. Perhaps I would feel differently if I had ever heard it within the first 20 years after I got home, but that NEVER happened. It only became popular to recognize military service, let alone
give thanks for it, after the First Gulf War, Bush the Elder’s Conclusive Victory Interruptus.
I bear no ill will against those who speak the phrase whether in a sincere or perfunctory manner. My reply has always been, “It was the honor of my life.” I wish my countrymen had felt the same way when I returned home
over half a century ago. It pains my heart to this very day.
As for the sacrifices of my family, I was single and unattached then, but my Mother, G-D bless her, suffered greatly, as Mothers always do. I don’t think that anyone else even knew how long I was gone. When I walked down the stairs from the plane my mother was the only one there to meet me.
Thank Almighty G-D for the love in the heart of a man’s Mother, and may G-D forgive me for every tear I made her shed.
Very touching and true.
When I started my career my wife dropped me off at OTS. Over 20-yrs later when I retired I didn’t do the retirement party and hail and fair well retirement ceremony. One day I was in the office, the next day I wasn’t. And who greeted me when I walked out the door for the last time?
My wife.
She was there when I started and she was there when I ended my career. A real angel.