#childsafety | Veterans Day remember veterans who died were injured, families


In April of 1967, I went to the induction station in Indianapolis and joined the U.S. Army. I was fresh out of high school. My uncle and both parents served in WWII. I just thought that was the right thing to do. I served as a member of the infantry in South Vietnam in December 1967 until December 1968. 

 Veterans Day has since then been the same as the other 364 days of the year.

A lot of folks see Veterans Day as a day for me as a veteran. But it’s not. I went and I made it back OK. But a lot of folks who went were killed. 

Their families don’t grieve one day a year. They grieve 365 days a year. 



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