SARAH writes:

As the wife of a disabled veteran I also agree that what was once Armistice Day should be called Veterans Day. Deep in the calm of our home on that day we take the time to whisper quiet thank yous full of reverence to the man who sacrificed. Only those who know him best can ever know how much he gave. My eyes fill with tears every time I sit in stillness to contemplate the long history of stalwart service exhibited by our troops. Behind every black and white photograph of a man in uniform, there is a story. He was a soldier, but so much more than that. He was a human being. Flesh and blood, leaving behind loved ones to face an uncertain future.

On Veterans Day, we do what we can to say “Thank You” to the living soldiers we know, but it is much more meaningful to us when we are able to thank the older generation of soldiers for what they did. Sometimes we pay our respects to old graves. Sometimes we bring cookies to the VA hospital. Other times we sit and listen to stories from olden days at a nursing home bedside.

I get very emotional when I think of the men who served during WW II. Though all soldiers who wear the uniform are dear to my heart. It’s not just about the soldier. It’s about the uniform and what it represents. To me, in my simple way, it represents service and sacrifice in order to protect all that we hold dear. I like to go off alone by myself on Veterans Day too, just to remind myself of all the brave men and women who have come before, and already passed on. I don’t want them to be forgotten. What I wouldn’t give to be able to thank some long forgotten soldier for his sacrifice.

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