It was normal back then to get a boyfriend, then lose him to the Service. Mothers cried. Girlfriends and wives cried, but off they went anyway.
It was called SERVING. People who received government handouts were few and far between, and ashamed when they received their check. Food stamps were nearly handed to cashiers under the conveyor belt with their groceries. "Don't look. Don't look." You could feel their embarrassment.
Do any of you remember the draft?
I'm pretty sure that if the draft was to come back into existence, we'd see an awful lot of nationwide riots, cars overturned, glass windows broken and shelves in all the stores wiped clean.
As the veterans today stood when their particular song was sung, there were MANY men standing. Standing proudly.
Stud stood and I felt like standing also, because I'm so proud of him and any man who GAVE instead of take.
When the procession carried the flag ahead of them, I felt loyalty to this piece of fabric. It was an old flag and she looked lank and weary. The once stout soldiers looked old, lank, and weary as they walked behind her. But in every heart, there was the young, muscular boy/man who knew no other attitude than "It's MY turn to serve."
Not, "Get outta my way. It's MY turn to get my check."
This is why my heart broke on election day.
Neither candidate served as military.
Neither man can fix the damage.
But only one of those men do I fear.
There's just something NOT * QUITE * RIGHT about him.
I imagine it would be hard to find a man in the proper age group who could run for president AND had served his country, but I'd prefer one.
So the veterans are getting older, as is Stud. Stud always shakes the hand of every vet he sees, and I get to hug them or even have my photo taken.
The one thing I know for sure is missing from this nation is an honest, well-deserved feeling of SHAME for letting her become what she was never meant to be.