Happy Veterans Day

I have such gratitude for all those who served. Thank you, Vets, for your sacrifices so that we may have freedom..
 
Happy Veterans Day

SMCS(SW) Served in U.S. Navy from March 1960 until August 1984. Vietnam Vet, 2 tours in "Tonkin Gulf Yacht Club". Served 13 months in Persion Gulf on the "White Goast".
 
Last year I wrote this as a tribute for my friend who was dying:

https://www.literotica.com/p/salute-1

He survived in hospital until March 2016.

He had been a tank commander on Omaha Beach on D-Day. His tank sank underneath him half a mile offshore, taking all his tank crew. He survived to land on Omaha and to fight his way off the beach.

He was injured that day but fought on until he was ordered to report to a casualty station and evacuated to England. He was back in Normandy with a tank two weeks later.

Before Omaha, he had been at Anzio with two friends from his home town in Kentucky. When they left Anzio the three of them had three legs between them. He had two of them, both containing shrapnel. Despite the Army medics' advice he decided he couldn't miss D-Day.

They don't make many men like him.

Thank you to him and all the others that liberated Europe.
 
Stewie is a vet?


;)

I'll be hog-tied and horn-swaggled. I'm a vet too, but I was a weatherman, I always think that somehow that doesn't count, even though I was an important part of a team that saved a kid's life on a Christmas Eve back in the 70s...
 
My six years went by slowly but between wars.

I held combat positions but never saw combat.

I am quite happy that nobody killed me. YMMV.
 
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

From Laurence Binyon's poem For the Fallen
 
Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will...

Carved upon my stone
My body lies but still I roam...
 
I got my Veteran's Day discount at the local construction supply store.

Good think I keep my DD-214 handy.
 
My six years went by slowly but between wars.

I held combat positions but never saw combat.

I am quite happy that nobody killed me. YMMV.

But the point of being a veteran deserving thanks and respect is that you would have gone into combat if ordered to. It does not diminish the service that you did not see combat. You were ready to go if you had to.

One of my father's friends is an example of what can happen in combat. He was with the Australian forces at Gallipoli and on the Western Front in World War 1. He was the fifth brother to serve in that war and the only one to survive it.

Between the wars he was a civilian in the naval supply chain organisation. He was sent to New Guinea in WW2 to assist with suppling the Australian forces on the Kokoda Trail. He was aware some of the problems of supplying the forward troops but decided to go up to the front line himself.

The supply column was about five jungle miles short of the front line when it column was attacked by the Japanese who had outflanked the Australian front line. Although a civilian he grabbed a Bren gun from a dead soldier and helped to drive off the Japanese. He probably killed twenty or more Japanese.

But the Australian authorities had a problem. He was a civilian and shouldn't have been in combat yet his actions had saved the lives of many soldiers. Should they give him a bravery medal, or a court-martial?

He claimed he was in uniform. He was wearing an Australian bush hat. "Anyway," he said, "the bloody Japanese didn't care that I was a civilian. They were trying to kill all of us."

The authorities compromised. No bravery medal, no court-martial, but he could wear the New Guinea campaign medal with his WW1 medals.

He had served in WW1. He shouldn't have served in WW2. But he was ready and willing to fight if he had to. That is why all service people deserve thanks. They stood ready to defend their country if they had to.
 
I'm always uncomfortable with people saying, "Thank you for your service." For me, the military was the only opition. I didn't do it for any altruistic reasons; I needed a job. It wasn't any big deal then, and even less so now. It was a long time ago, and I appreciate that people want to thank veterans, but it embarrasses me a bit.


On the other hand, I had lunch at the Legion yesterday and sat and drank at the bar for 7 hours and my tab was $1.50.
 
I'm always uncomfortable with people saying, "Thank you for your service." For me, the military was the only opition. I didn't do it for any altruistic reasons; I needed a job. It wasn't any big deal then, and even less so now. It was a long time ago, and I appreciate that people want to thank veterans, but it embarrasses me a bit.


On the other hand, I had lunch at the Legion yesterday and sat and drank at the bar for 7 hours and my tab was $1.50.

In the UK at least serving in the Armed Forces was often a choice dictated by lack of other opportunities. It isn't as easy to join now as it used to be. The services expect a minimum standard of education and fitness, together with a clean(ish) criminal record.

When National Service was compulsory for all young men the services spent a considerable amount of time and effort teaching some to read and write. My brother spent most of his time in the Royal Navy teaching some National Servicemen to read, write and do basic mathematics.

But, uneducated or not, they were prepared to fight and die for their country. They might have been unemployed bums, even unemployable bums, but by the end of their service they had learned respect not least for themselves.

Throughout the 19th Century serving in British forces was the last resort for many men. It was an escape from poverty, debt, crime and an opportunity to disappear. Wellington called his troops in the Napoleonic Wars several things:

Ours (our army) is composed of the scum of the earth - the mere scum of the earth.

People talk of their enlisting from their fine military feeling - all stuff - no such thing. Some of our men enlist from having got bastard children -- some for minor offences -- many more for drink.

I don't know what effect these men will have upon the enemy, but, by God, they frighten me.


But the scum of the earth defeated Napoleon at Waterloo.
 
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