This story reminds me of an important time in my life when I was 15 years old and deciding what I wanted to do with my life. I was at my grandfather's house and we had just worked all morning tending the gardens and animals on his small farm. As we sat down for lunch, I told him that I wanted to join the army. My grandfather was a WWII vet, he marched from Normandy to Germany and he never talked about his experiences, except to tell his grandchildren about how horrible it was to ride out the storms on the North Sea on ships.
My grandfather was a member of the American Legion, the VFW, and the Eagles, all of these organizations were part of our family. I was a member of the Son's of the American Legion and we would travel around Minnesota to the various gatherings they had and perform flag ceremonies and community service where ever we ended up. I thought he would be proud of my decision. His response shocked and bewildered me at the time. Without a word, he motioned me toward the door and we climbed inside his beat up gray dodge ram. We drove to the local VA hospital and he introduced me to some of his friends there. His friends had old wounds from battle, were sick, or were there to get some kind of medical help. I discovered that these men had waited years to get help and that there were a lot of men who had never gotten any aid for their battle caused ailments despite their service to our country.
And I'll never forget what he told me as we were leaving, "This is how our country treats it's men in uniform. They use them up and when they get broken, it throws them away."
At that time, he meant it figuratively. I wonder what he would say if he were still alive and discovered that it was true in reality?
My grandfather was a member of the American Legion, the VFW, and the Eagles, all of these organizations were part of our family. I was a member of the Son's of the American Legion and we would travel around Minnesota to the various gatherings they had and perform flag ceremonies and community service where ever we ended up. I thought he would be proud of my decision. His response shocked and bewildered me at the time. Without a word, he motioned me toward the door and we climbed inside his beat up gray dodge ram. We drove to the local VA hospital and he introduced me to some of his friends there. His friends had old wounds from battle, were sick, or were there to get some kind of medical help. I discovered that these men had waited years to get help and that there were a lot of men who had never gotten any aid for their battle caused ailments despite their service to our country.
And I'll never forget what he told me as we were leaving, "This is how our country treats it's men in uniform. They use them up and when they get broken, it throws them away."
At that time, he meant it figuratively. I wonder what he would say if he were still alive and discovered that it was true in reality?