I had to post again today, because listening to the Greg Garrison show, he ended the show with a tribute to the American Soldier that I couldn’t let go. It is one of the best I have ever heard, so I got the transcript of it, and will copy it to here. Hope you all enjoy it.
In this, he essentially says that though you can’t tell a vet by looking at him, you can be assured, that no matter what he or she is, how smart or dumb they are, they are heroes. Here is what Greg Garrison this morning gave as his tribute to the American soldier on this Veterans day, of 2010:
Some veteran’s bear visible signs of their service. A missing limb, a jagged scar a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them. A pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg or perhaps another sort of inner steel…..The souls ally, forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can’t tell a vet, just by looking.
Though what is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia, sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn’t run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loud mouth, dumber than five wooden planks whose overgrown frat boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She or he is the nurse who fought against futility, and went to sleep sobbing for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person, and came back another…..or didn’t come back at all.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat, but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy no account rednecks and gang members into marines and teaching them to watch each other’s backs.
He is the parade riding legionnaire, who pins on his ribbons and metals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and metals passing by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in the tomb of the unknowns, whose presence in the Arlington National Cemetery, must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield, or in the ocean’s sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket, palsied now, and aggravatingly slow, who helped liberate a Nazi death camp, and who wishes all day long that his wife was still alive to hold him…..when the nightmares come.
He is the ordinary, and yet extraordinary human being, the person who offered some of his life’s most vital years in service to his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so that others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier, and a savior, and a sword against the darkness. He is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony, on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say “Thank You.” That’s all most people need. And in most cases it will mean more than any metal that they could have been awarded, or were awarded. Two little words that can mean so much. Thank you.
It is the soldier, not the reporter, who gave us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet, who has give us freedom of speech.
it is the soldier, not the campus organizer who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier, who salutes the flag…Who serves underneath the flag….whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag.
To this I say AMEN. God Bless all you vets, who saw fit to to give to this country, to keep the rest of us safe. America, and Americans are truly indebted to these brave individuals who can be anyone you come upon. God Bless you all. You are loved and appreciated.
God Bless America, her troops, her allies and her people
God Bless my readers, my listeners on BTR and my viewers on You Tube…..