Below is a post I wrote almost 6 years ago for a different blog, so excuse the dated references and crappy grammar. I wrote this upon the announcement of the repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. This is my favorite story to tell when people ask what it was like being in the military. I always think about the friends I made, and the close relationship I built during those years…with all of my battle buddies, Black, White, Latino, straight, and gay. I wanted all my friends to know how important they are to me, but this story was meant for one man in particular who was a very dear friend while I served, and still is to this very day. Nothing will ever change the fact that these men and women were, are, and always will be my family. So, on this Veterans Day, I share this story with you.
We’ve come to another Memorial Day.
This is one of the military holidays; like many veterans still alive, I struggle with them most. This is *the day*…the day we saw fit to say thank you. Not to the veterans who have some home from their service…no no, that’s Veteran’s Day. No, today we say thank you, to those who never returned from their service.
Thank you to the brave men and women; or more accurately, the memories of those brave men and women, that made the ultimate sacrifice. To the soldiers that have died on the field of battle, or in the pursuit of freedom.
Freedoms most Americans use to spend today being thankful…for a day off of work, drinking beer, watching sports, and BBQing in the nice weather. Not to mention, knowing very little about what today really means.Read more