How do I write about the people willing to do what so many of us are not willing to do?\u00a0 How do I write about heroes?\u00a0 The ones “ready to pick up a rifle, ruck up and close with the enemy.”<\/p>\n
How do I write about Veteran’s Day when I am terrified because I have a son who joined the Army at age 27 in the midst of a war?\u00a0 A son who was determined to enter the Special Forces?\u00a0 A son determined to do his part?\u00a0 A son who joined the Army because he wants to help people?<\/p>\n
How do I write about Veteran’s Day honoring these men and women when I am just a frightened dad?\u00a0\u00a0When I think of where my son may be going, tears of fear well up in my eyes.\u00a0 When I think of his character that got him here, tears of pride well up in my eyes.\u00a0 How is it possible to feel your proudest and your most terrified at the same time?<\/p>\n
Where does something like this come from?\u00a0 It starts with a little boy who could come up to you and say, “I need a hug.”\u00a0 It starts with a little boy climbing onto the back of the sofa to look out the window when he hears your truck coming home.<\/p>\n
It starts with a little boy who at age 2 1\/2 would kick his shoes off so he could “escape” the backyard, using his toes to help him climb a 6-foot chain link fence.\u00a0 It starts with a little boy who at age 3 was sitting on a neighbor’s roof with the neighbor perplexed how he got there.<\/p>\n
It starts with a little boy needing his mom to make a near continuous supply of red superman capes, graduating to a little boy needing an endless supply of camouflage Army clothes and a two story camouflage fort.\u00a0 It starts with a little boy seeing a flower close up in the evening, explaining it saying, “God wants it to take a nap.”<\/p>\n
It starts with a little boy rigging a rope from the top of his fort to a swing set 40 feet away and flying through the air hanging onto a laundry basket threaded onto the rope.\u00a0 It starts with a little boy sitting on a lawn chair strapped to a skate board flying downhill on the street in front of your house at over 25 mph.<\/p>\n
It starts with a little boy who cried when his favorite tree in the front yard died, because he remembered so many picnics with his mom under that tree.\u00a0 It starts with a boy who had a full grown black Labrador sleeping in his twin bed with him until he left for college.<\/p>\n
It starts with a young man who could holler without embarrassment, “Mom, I love you” in front of several hundred college students on his first day of college.\u00a0 It starts with a man who is okay with his mom giving him advice on gun safety even though he is in Green Beret training.<\/p>\n
This is my family’s hero.\u00a0 This is a kind son and wonderful husband who wants to be a Green Beret so he can help people all over the world.\u00a0 And he wants to do that while jumping out of airplanes and repelling out of helicopters.<\/p>\n
When he signed his enlistment papers I told him how I felt about his decision.\u00a0 I said, “Today you have become the man I wished I had been.”<\/p>\n
Following basic training and airborne training he reached a sentinel goal, selected to continue Special Forces training.\u00a0 I felt an admixture of chest-bursting pride and stomach-nauseating fear.\u00a0 Enjoying the pride of this accomplishment we were walking on base together catching up with one another.\u00a0 I told him I had always wondered about the fathers of great men. \u00a0\u00a0I assumed great men had to have great fathers, but I was wrong.\u00a0 He and I were the proof that “an average good man can raise a great man.”<\/p>\n
Veteran’s Day is this Sunday.\u00a0 Let’s make a commitment to our troops, our warriors, our family’s heroes.<\/p>\n
Let’s promise ourselves\u00a0whenever we see a veteran or someone in uniform we will take a moment, engage them, and thank them for taking care of the rest of us.<\/p>\n
My wife started me doing this well before our son decided to join the military and I have thanked military personnel and veterans ages 18 to over 90.<\/p>\n
As I shake their hand and thank them they all get tears in their eyes.\u00a0 You realize it is not the medals and ribbons that make them cry. \u00a0It is you and I taking a few moments to acknowledge them and say thank you.\u00a0 Each of them is a hero and the pride of their family.\u00a0 Take time to notice.<\/p>\n
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