Observing Memorial Day
This may not be the prototypical post observing this national holiday, but for me, it’s one that needed to be written. I do, with everything I have, thank those that have stepped up and chosen to be “defenders” of this country.
Soldiers wear many hats though and are not only on the battle lines fighting the “good fight”. Our soldiers do other important tasks, like help rebuild or keep order after a natural disaster. They are there on the front line to help in relief situations here in the US and overseas. Their task is not only to “cut down the enemy in battle”, but to help those that are not able to help themselves.
This memorial day it’s not just about those that have passed or those that are continuing to fight but also for those that were injured and forgotten. Yes, I said forgotten.
You would think with all they do for this country, our country would do something for them. Someone very close to me, my father, fought back in the days of Vietnam. Due to botched “booster” shots and a necessary blood transfusion, he came down with an illness. This illness in turn brought on cancer, which is killing him. My issue is the fact that conditions were not sterile, needles were re-used and sterility was not part of the equation.
Men, and women, choose the lifestyle. With valor and honor they choose to lead a life full of danger, but full of love for their country and countrymen. Yet, when it comes time to help them heal from wounds sustained in war, or from botched medical services, where is the valor and honor from our government. Soldiers are paid a pittance for one of the hardest jobs in the world, their employers know this and just don’t care. The benefits they are given are hard to get, while their employers health care is top notch. They have to jump through hoops just to see a doctor, a doubt members of Congress ever waited to be seen. And then, that doctor, is at the will of government bureaucracy.
My point in all of this is we have these days set aside every year to remember them all. But what about the other 364 days? They do their job 365 days a year, but we only take one to recognize it? Huh? Where’s the love??
So, for all those forgotten, may you be remembered today and everyday. Thank you!