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A silver-haired man was helped to his feet by someone sitting next to him. His
hands shook slightly as he held the microphone and said a few words about his
service to his country, before handing the device to the next person at the
table. It was the Veterans' Day celebration at a ranch in Highland Village,
Texas, and the room was filled wall to wall with our nation's heroes.
From every branch of the service and from World War 2, through the Iraqi war,
these men and women were being honored for their proud and valiant service to
their country. Some struggled and were barely able to stand, others spoke from
wheelchairs, and still others balanced themselves on canes. They spoke softly,
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to America's ongoing fight against tyranny. Sprinkled throughout
the huge room, one could see the neatly pressed uniforms and the
multi-colored ribbons and medals representing the wide range of
military service. Some were given special recognition in an
awards ceremony hosted by Congressman Michael Burgess, but
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I must frankly admit that when I saw the mic being handed to someone at the
first table, my thought was that it would be a long afternoon. Yet, as I stood
there watching and listening to those who had sacrificed so much for me and
mine, I felt ashamed of my impatience and humbled by the courage and dignity of
so many who gave so much.
I don't know how many times I choked up as I witnessed this gathering of eagles,
but my vision seemed blurry at times as the water accumulated within. Others
were similarly moved as fluffy tissues and rumpled handkerchiefs became a
significant part of the landscape. I saw the city's Mayor pro-tem, Dianne Costa,
wipe away tears several times. This proudly patriotic mother of two sons serving
in Iraq, one of whom recently returned, is but one example of the true grit in
the genetic code that has made this nation the envy of the world.
Mayor Bill Lawrence was present, a paragon of military bearing in his Air Force
Colonel uniform. Colonel Lawrence spent 8-years on active duty and another 22
years in the Air Force Reserve. Pat Branaugh, owner of a local business, stood
up and quietly spoke of his service in Vietnam. Local resident, Rick Cleland,
attired in his white Marine Corps Captain uniform, briefly related his Vietnam
service and the Battle of Hue City. The assemblage contained people from all
walks of life; people who paid their dues in ways the rest of us can't even
imagine. Yet, they don't strut or boast, even though they've earned the right.
Instead, comfortable in their skin and fully aware of their capability, they
don't feel the need to impress anyone.
We often hear President Bush being pilloried by his detractors as they seek to
undermine the war in Iraq and gain political advantage for the next election
cycle. But Veterans' Day is not about politics; Republicans, Democrats, and
Independents love this country equally. Sadly, in their quest for power, many
tend to forget what their blind ambition does to the soldier, the sailor, the
marine. These brave men and women must deal with a brutal and ruthless enemy on
the battlefield, while simultaneously dealing with the insensitive calumny of
the very people they are risking life and limb for.
One of the saddest eras in our history occurred when the Vietnam veterans
returned home to the country for which they fought, only to be met by vicious
attacks from those unworthy to shine their shoes. It was a time when
draft-dodging cowards and flag-burning cretins dominated the headlines and began
shoving this nation over the abyss.
Well, we've come a long way since then, but we must never forget how ugly an
ungrateful nation can be. It's been said that no one loves peace more than a
combat veteran. Perhaps that's because they have tasted the blood of battle,
have smelled the burning flesh of their comrades, have heard their anguished
screams and have seen the horrors of man's inhumanity to man.
Yet, as Mayor Lawrence said during his closing comments, 'It is the soldier, not
the journalist, who guarantees freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the
student protestor, who guarantees freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the
politician, who guarantees the freedom to vote.' How sad that we often forget.
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