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F. E. WARREN AIR FORCE BASE, Wyo. (AFNS - 11/7/2011) -- As we
approach Nov. 11, Veterans Day, I am reminded more readily that
those of us wearing the uniform have a special bond with those who
have worn the uniform -- our veterans. We share an identity that
transcends any differences we may have. We unite in a duty to serve
and sacrifice for our great nation, to ensure liberty and freedom
continues to have a solid foundation in America as the beacon of
hope for the world. I submit for your consideration the story below
which occurred earlier in my career. Remembering this story helps
frame for me, on a personal level, our obligation to our veterans. I
hope it does for you as well.
After an uneventful visit to
the base barber shop, I thought I would kill some time in what had
promised to be an uneventful day. I decided to visit the clothing
sales store -- not to buy anything, but just to browse around.
Upon entering, I circled around toward the book section to see
what was new. As I picked up a copy of some book, I noticed out of
the corner of my eye an older gentleman, perhaps 70, struggling to
pick out some merchandise. I paid closer attention and saw he was
having trouble reading the tags.
Not wanting to appear
patronizing, I just watched a while, not offering any assistance. As
time progressed and he made no headway in his search, I felt
something inside tell me to help. Maybe it was the small Purple
Heart pin on his hat that motivated me, I really don't know. Slowly,
I moved toward him and asked if I could help him find something.
I was relieved when he turned and pleasantly said, "Yes, I can't
seem to find the American Defense Service Medal ribbon."
Immediately, I noticed a sheet of paper organized in lists in one
hand and ribbons in the other. He was obviously reconstructing his
old ribbons and medals for display or wear.
We worked through
the list together, talking as we went. He told me how he was finally
going to get all of his medals together and put them in a shadow box
on the wall for his grandchildren. He had recently received word
that he was awarded several medals and decorations from World War II
that were forgotten as he was a medic assigned to another unit. The
list outlined awards and decorations from World War II and Korea.
As we double checked the list, he explained what each attachment
meant. "This arrowhead means an amphibious assault landing -- went
in on the first wave at Normandy. This Combat Infantryman's Badge
means I was in continuous combat with the enemy for 30 days in a
row. We got this one and the Combat Medic's Badge. This is a new
one, the Prisoner of War Medal. Didn't have that one when I was a
POW. This one here, we all got for going to defend South Korea in
1950."
He didn't brag, he just stated matter-of-factly what
they all meant.
In the course of our conversation, he learned
I was an Air Force officer. From then on, he addressed me as "Sir."
He acted glad that I'd helped, and was even more appreciative
when I asked the clerk to run a copy of the "order of precedence"
ribbon chart for him to take home. As he walked to the counter to
pay for his ribbons and badges, I told him I was honored to help
him. He replied, "Thank you, sir." I thought it was odd for a man of
70 to be calling me sir, but I guess that's just the type of man he
is.
As I walked toward my car, my thoughts turned to the
hundreds of injured soldiers he must have helped, the faces he must
have looked into and reassured as bombs fell around them and bullets
whizzed by, the helplessness he must have felt as he watched
someone's son, husband, father and brother die in his arms. The
great exhilarations of battle, the fear of death he faced each day,
all swirled in my head. Each time his country called, he was there,
ready to do what had to be done. I owe him -- we all owe him, and
all those like him -- for what we have today. This world is not
perfect, but it is closer due to their sacrifice.
From the
beaches of Normandy to the hills of Korea, he served his country
with pride and, from the number of awards, with great distinction.
There are many veterans out there with a similar story. Whether it
is the jungles of New Guinea, the deserts of Africa, Kuwait or Iraq
that their stories highlight, the frigid cold of a Korea or
Afghanistan winter or the rainy season in the Mekong Delta, they all
have done this country a great service. When we think of war, we
tend to think most often of the dead, but Veterans Day is a day to
also remember all those who served their country. Gen. George S.
Patton said it best in a post-World War II speech: "Everyone always
talks about the heroic dead, well damn it, there's a lot of heroic
alive ones out there, too!"
We see those "heroic alive ones"
every day. Perhaps it's a Veterans of Foreign Wars cap, a sticker on
a car, a pin on a suit, a Purple Heart license plate, an American
Legion shirt, or maybe it's your dad, grandpa, brother, sister,
uncle or just a close friend. If you see one of these "heroic alive
ones," go over and shake their hand just to say, "Thank you." It's a
small gesture, but a meaningful one. Their greatest pleasure, or
payoff so to speak, is the freedom we still have, due in large part
to their sacrifice and example.
I met a hero. And though I
haven't been asked to do what he did, I'm ready, when my country
needs me. Meeting him, seeing his example and accomplishments,
strengthened my resolve and boosted my pride. Some people say there
are no heroes left, our kids can't look up to anyone. Well, I say
they're blind. Heroes are everywhere ... you just have to look.
I met one in clothing sales.
By USAF Col. George Farfour
90th Missile Wing vice commander
Air Force News Service
Copyright 2011
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