Another day, another disappointment. I was up in Greely today and I decided to go for a little ride. Going through the town I noticed a few shops that caught my eye. I was walking through the shops and stopped at this lovely store that had antiques in it. Not just any antiques though, these were WW2 memorabilia and they were very interesting. I walk in and I am amazed by everything that was in there. Among one of the lanes I saw a man in his late 80s early 90s. I stood next to him and he spoke with a somber and stern voice, The last time I saw this uniform, it was on Omaha beach 5 hours after D-day. My commanding officer was wearing it. I thought to myself; My god, this man lived through D-day. I asked him when he had first seen the enemy and he replied with the same voice, The poster board of a German bastard we were throwing darts at. We shared a laugh and he told me he joined just after his brother was killed in Pearl Harbor, I felt a great sorrow for this man and he is still kicking and breathing like he was 25 still. It was the greatest honor to meet this man and I owed everything to him. We all owe the great men and women who have served this great nation to let us stand free from chains that would bind us. We kept talking as we walked across the street to a little diner. We had lunch and talked for a long time when we decided to go back in and look around some more. Thats when I realized how many people treat this country like they dont live here. A bunch of stuck-up kids came walking down towards us. As I was holding open the door for the man one of the kids shouted, Hey! Dont hold that door for him he will turn to dust as soon as he walks through that door! They laughed but hell I wasnt and neither was this man. I told them about how he sacrificed his life for us and could have died on the beach on D-day. The kid said Oh that must stand for Dick Day. His generation is gay. That was when I rolled up my fist and got him right square on the nose. The other two kids picked up their bloody friend and walked on. I did this not just for the man but for when he was telling his story and I saw a tear rolling down his face. This isnt just a tear its a victory call, its the heroic acts of a lone man in WW2 protecting his family, your family, it holds anger, fear, everything he had a right to do, and he did it. When I am in my 90s, I hope to have a tear like this. To know what I was fighting for to protect each and every one of you who is reading this. To fight along side my brothers in arms and know they have my back, as they know I have theirs. If you are reading this, I thank you. Share this with someone you know or just repost it. Respect the next man you see,you dont know what he had been through or where he is going but he does, and it will affect you. Always keep your head up through the years may they be bad or good because something good will always come out of it, and never lose faith, because you are faith. Someone somewhere is smiling because of you and never forget that. You are awesome and you will always know that, keep it in your mind as you go through your day,and remember, no one can outshine you, but yourself.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 04:57:19 +0000
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