Please celebrate Veterans Day today by flying our flag, thanking a veteran, or flipping off an obama supporter...
Both my parents served in the military. My father started off in the Army, but after getting wounded in WWII he transitioned to the Air Force when it was established as a separate branch in 1947. His reasoning: he wasn't a pilot, so he wouldn't have to worry about getting shot again.
My mother was one of the first Women in the Air Force (WAF), a program which began in 1948. They met, and the rest, as they say, is history. I was born a few years later.
Meanwhile, my wife's father volunteered for the Navy after Pearl Harbor. He ended up as either the air operations officer, or an air operations officer (it's not real clear, but he was a Lieutenant Commander, for whatever that's worth) on the USS Block Island, an escort carrier in the Atlantic (CVE 21). In 1944 his ship was torpedoed and sunk, but fortunately he survived. He went on to father a wonderful girl who later had the good sense to marry me.
Anyway, neither my father or my FIL spoke much about their experiences. To them is was simply a matter of doing their duty and helping their country in a time of need. Would that we had more people like them today.
Five NCOs were sitting in the NCO club one day having beers. All were Catholic. The first NCO, a SGM, says "My son is a priest. When he walks in a room every one says 'Hello, father'."
The second NCO, an E8, says "My son is a Bishop. When he walks in a room, everyone says 'Hello, your Grace'."
The third NCO, an E7, says "My son is a Cardinal. When he walks in a room, everyone says 'Hello, your Eminence'."
The fourth NCO, an E6, says "My son is the Pope. When he walks in a room, everyone stands, and says 'Hello, your Holy Father'."
The fifth NCO, an E5 and a woman, had said nothing. The SGM asked her about her children. She replied, "I only have one child, and she is 23, with a 38 D bust, 24" waist, and 36" hips. When she walks in a room everyone says "OH MY GOD!"
* * * * * * * * * *Back in the day (way, way back...) I was issued a M-72 LAW (Light Anti-Tank Weapon). I wasn't sure why, since Victor Charlie didn't have too many tanks. But at least it was light and had a convenient carrying strap. Plus, it was a one-shot weapon: fire, and then throw it away. One less thing to hump. Anyway, true story - on the tube were the words “Aim towards the enemy.”
I know the brass thought I was just a dumb grunt, but still...