This might not be the “correct” time to fly the POW flag, but I felt it was right to do so. Ill get two more clips tomorrow to fly Old Glory with it.
I want to say a huge thank you to those that are serving, have served, and the Military families that have sacrificed ALOT. You ALL are Heroes unlike the others that society lifts up to that position.
My Dad was a Marine. I was so proud of him for that, that when I was little, I took his government ID, (I apologize I don’t know the correct term for it), and cut and pasted my picture over his and carried it around.
I remember at 15 or16 me and my best friend wanting our parents to sign for us so we could enlist early. Our Moms said heck no. To show them we were “men”, and could do it, we did pushups, pull-ups, then ran from my house to my friends. Two miles. Maybe. His mom had to drive us back to my house as we vomited out the window…. Dumb kids.
In all seriousness. I have a great honor, at least I feel it’s an honor. My Dad passed two years ago. One of his best friends who’s been in our family since I was little, is a retired Marine. After my Dad passed, I asked if he would sit down with me and talk about what he went through in Vietnam. I asked numerous times and he declined. He didn’t want to talk about it. I quit pushing, but recently he reached out to me and asked to meet. I get to start hearing his story this Tuesday.
Its unfortunate that the history he’ll pass on to me is being lost, but I’ll be able to carry his story on.
God Bless!!
I want to say a huge thank you to those that are serving, have served, and the Military families that have sacrificed ALOT. You ALL are Heroes unlike the others that society lifts up to that position.
My Dad was a Marine. I was so proud of him for that, that when I was little, I took his government ID, (I apologize I don’t know the correct term for it), and cut and pasted my picture over his and carried it around.
I remember at 15 or16 me and my best friend wanting our parents to sign for us so we could enlist early. Our Moms said heck no. To show them we were “men”, and could do it, we did pushups, pull-ups, then ran from my house to my friends. Two miles. Maybe. His mom had to drive us back to my house as we vomited out the window…. Dumb kids.
In all seriousness. I have a great honor, at least I feel it’s an honor. My Dad passed two years ago. One of his best friends who’s been in our family since I was little, is a retired Marine. After my Dad passed, I asked if he would sit down with me and talk about what he went through in Vietnam. I asked numerous times and he declined. He didn’t want to talk about it. I quit pushing, but recently he reached out to me and asked to meet. I get to start hearing his story this Tuesday.
Its unfortunate that the history he’ll pass on to me is being lost, but I’ll be able to carry his story on.
God Bless!!