and from my Grandfather on Daddy`s side
This is good stuff here.
I come from quite the military background and thought I was the only person from my family to ever be in a combat zone. Then last year my dad came to visit with a big box of my grandfathers brothers stuff.
Apparently he was on the USS Vincennes when it took a torpedo and sunk in the Pacific. It was really a weird feeling holding his Purple Heart.
I've always been patriotic as fuck, always looking for ways to help veterans. I just finished Chris Kyles book and I'm about to read Marcus Luttrells.
But the more I come across stuff like that, and read about heroism, think about our guys dieing, nothing makes me feel like more of a coward.
I was single at the time, and all I was was the lowly comms guy that aside from being very close to some rocket attacks in iraq, I never saw combat...and I have horrible survivors guilt because of it. There are all these stories of the special forces guys (and any troops for that matter) with a wife and kids dieing out there and here I was, a single guy with nothing to loose hiding behind the line messing with telephones lol. Part of me wishes I could do it all over and actually try to make something like SEAL or pararescue or special forces just to hopefully keep someone with kids at home from having to.
Memorial Day and veterans day are especially hard for me and if it weren't for a strong wife keeping my spirits up id probably spend the whole weekend miserable. I used to just hate when people told me thanks for my service and I just gritted my teeth and said thanks. What I wanted to saw was "don't thank me, I made it home".
Sorry to unmotivate the motivational thread but the past page or so of pics and vids just got me teared up a bit and I figured being The Hide im with fellow vets who take the holiday to heart as well.
Have a good weekend all, and thanks to those that serve, served, plan to serve, or are family of any of the three.
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