Just sitting here thinking about the first Persian Gulf War and how relatively easy it was I came to a thought. We were there the longest (82nd) and we were home in 7 months. Yet in seven months, my family was in tatters, my finances destroyed and the only thing I had to show was and enhanced love of life that only those who've sacrificed can know.
Now I think about the guys there now. The types of deprivations they've endured, the length of deployments, the families that might never be the same even if they're intact after they get back. The finances will be be tough upon return. The funny thing is that you know these things sometime into your deployment and you somehow figure out how to ignore it.
God- I can't imagine the kind of stress that comes with facing IED's, clearing streets and houses and the kinds of brutality that comes with it. We never faced that. There wasn't a whole lot of it in Vietnam if I can read correctly. WWII might have come close, but for some reason this one is different.
I feel the most profound debt of gratitude to anybody over there doing what they do. Perhaps only those who've been to combat in lesser circumstances can possibly imagine how much these people are worth to us as a nation. What is even more amazing is that we continue to produce people like this in spite of the naysayers about this generation.
My hat is off to all of you who've been there, who are there and who will be going there. I might not gush often, but I suppose, as you walk through the airports or hit the commissary, there are those of us who don't wear a uniform anymore who think the world of you and are amazed at what America can do because of those like you. We may not come up to you and say it, but there are those who believe you are and will always be deserving of the highest respect.
Thank-you.
Now I think about the guys there now. The types of deprivations they've endured, the length of deployments, the families that might never be the same even if they're intact after they get back. The finances will be be tough upon return. The funny thing is that you know these things sometime into your deployment and you somehow figure out how to ignore it.
God- I can't imagine the kind of stress that comes with facing IED's, clearing streets and houses and the kinds of brutality that comes with it. We never faced that. There wasn't a whole lot of it in Vietnam if I can read correctly. WWII might have come close, but for some reason this one is different.
I feel the most profound debt of gratitude to anybody over there doing what they do. Perhaps only those who've been to combat in lesser circumstances can possibly imagine how much these people are worth to us as a nation. What is even more amazing is that we continue to produce people like this in spite of the naysayers about this generation.
My hat is off to all of you who've been there, who are there and who will be going there. I might not gush often, but I suppose, as you walk through the airports or hit the commissary, there are those of us who don't wear a uniform anymore who think the world of you and are amazed at what America can do because of those like you. We may not come up to you and say it, but there are those who believe you are and will always be deserving of the highest respect.
Thank-you.