Whenever I see a person in uniform, I try to stop them and just say thank you. You'd be amazed at how much a simple acknowledgement affects these people.

My dad was in the Korean war and his platoon was attacked by mortar fire. All but four of them were killed. He and the the other 3 survivors had to literally crawl to get help because of the severity of thier wounds. He had two scars on his right side. One was about the size of your fist and the other was about size of of a half dollar, both from shrapnel.

I could never get him to talk about the war other than to tell me how he got the scars.

These people don't do it for "glory" and they sure don't do it for the money. They do it for love of their country.

Bob

Last edited by bobcflatpicker; 11/14/09 10:56 PM.